Holding still with knees tucked in
Sleepy, stoned eyes
On the verge of dreams
The road to nightmares
The midst of reverie
How ever it may seem
This kid has compartmentalized all of it
to fit in such a small space,
as if life before now is easy to erase
He's gone now,
and he took that white hoodie with him
to wander into warmth
~Tina Meeks
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