of cherubic nature,
lineless,
the floppy hair
of youth
impossible to comb
and keep
in one place,
a shy laugh
added to his young
voice.
just starting out,
just beginning a life,
now gone.
another fentanyl
death.
a night with pals and music,
in a darkened
loft.
i see they've put his
picture up
already on the store wall,
cut out of his high
school
yearbook,
from not long ago.
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