poems with no names

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Last year, a kid with no name died. 

Well, maybe he had a name. 

but who cares if no one cried?

He had a girlfriend with piercings 

But that wasn’t the point. 

the point was that she missed him. 

In another man’s arms. 

I knew the nameless kid. 

He goes to my church you see. 

He didn’t pray or close his eyes. 

But he was truer than any clergy. 

Why he jumped, I don’t know. 

I think of him sometimes, no reason. 

He just leaps into my head, 

just like how he took his own.