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They called you Grease Monkey when we met,
a lost soul behind smokey eyes.
Your lonely heart entwined mine,
A son born in hard times.
We drifted apart,
back in the sea,
two fishes,
swimming,
free.
About the Creator
Amy Black
I am an American contemporary poet and author specializing in speculative YA, adult fiction and children's stories.
https://www.facebook.com/amyblackfiction
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