I made a boomerang out of paper,
That always worked; every throw.
I sent it out to much applause.
I watched the adulation grow.
I found that the first girl I ever loved,
Felt just the same in return.
I thrilled to discover it in her eyes;
The memories of them still burn.
I dreamt of a place from my memory,
Of a place where I’d never been.
I wish I had a paper boomerang,
That could take me there once again.
The Year in Film: 2013
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