A memory of summer – Shaleen Rakesh

(Photo courtesy: Pinterest) Feverish with youth still full of lust for the aftershave on his neck I met a boy he was beautiful
 all his demons displayed
 openly as fading scars he had a ruinous heart
 only attracted boys
 who tended to disappear 
into the loneliness of the night he loved me
 very much in a way I could
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