In days of youth, when life was new,
A boy so dear, a tale to do,
With his eyes bright, and spirits bold,
He captured hearts, young and old.

His belly button, round and deep,
Inviting fingers to seep,
And in it secret pure and true,
A treasure kept, for me and you.

One day, an arrowshot shot, precise,
Through navel pierced
The boy, now wounded, bleeds inside,
His innards spill, with sorrow’s tide.

And so he falls, his belly scarred,
His spirit’s broken, he’s afraid,
But in his heart, a secret lies,
But we won’t know it for boy dies.



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