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........but a story of a boy
who chose to live even 
before he was born —
of a boy who chose sweet over emeralds.

for the learned they might find
one or two similar contrariness 
like how he sold (...    .......)
his breath for bread
or as how he chose 
contemporary to tradition 
or how he hates his addiction

Sadly, this isn't poetry.

this is about a boy — if you should know
whose parents — or I will say guardians 
 preferred now for later;
 to eat than to cater

among his peers
(a mocking pair)
he plays from the bench
or in front of the trench
always makes decision after a third regret.

This is a boy
who in his infants days
like bubbles on leaves 
glitters from Sun rays
but a few years later
those bubbles can
 no longer be found on leaves
but on his face
as he live—d day by day to sustain his breath 
— a breath he had since sold for bread.

This piece is far from being a poem
you can say your boy's Will
 — if the chosen word rhymes with bill
or you can say his naming ceremony speech
If he indeed lived that long
Or maybe his eulogy 
If he had friends or loved ones.

Yet his story lives on
Maybe when he grows up
If he will ever grow up
He will tell a different story
Of his days of glory.

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