If I can get honest feedback I'd appreciate it. The poem won't fit here, so I will add half here and half with other details.
A love-struck child walked the streets alone, found a lonely bench and watched his heart turn to stone. A smile escaped his face, then followed a tear, and with them he realized all his safety’s and fears. A smile for heaven, a tear for h**l, a brief relief when came the farewell. A beginning like all others followed by an infatuation of hours. A subtle dagger striking with the shape of different flowers. The child had two paths, and chose the one of risks and pain. Together they held hands through those bright days of rain. All voices scolded his path, all actions spoke only of wrath, yet the child remained as one and a whole: the epiphany of a human soul. Now all voices grace his cigarettes, all actions grant his booze and beer and all the child can do is sit on that lonely bench; life’s intentions made clear.
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