echoes | poetry | wattys2018

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to the boy
with the
green hat,
wooden sword,
who knew how
to fly,
who believes in
fairies.

the boy who's
lost in an
island,
without memories
from the past,
the one who's
always left
behind,
and stopped
growing up.

–i know you are worth
every shattered glass
in the night sky.