Twenty
On my bedroom floor
Painting
Colors bruised blue
And maroon
Remembering the blush
On your lips when we kissed in public
In the rain
Dancing at the color festival
Polaroids of us
And words like love
I picked a dandelion for
you told me
you told me
you told me
you liked
you liked
You’d like
To leave it at the cafe
Let it sit
For someone else
someone else? oof ouchie 😦
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every time you write, i have to ration it but simultaneously devour any crumbs offered 🙏 does this make me addicted to your poetry?
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