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and if i still had your number
i probably would have asked by now if
you ever thought of me

       and in the refractions of your green
       eyebrow piercing and long, dyed black hair
       there was juvie and foster homes and lust

       you were fourteen and i was helping andrew
find orange salamanders in the
trunk of a rotting tree and you
showed us how to dig them up in the mud
      (more gently than i braid my hair did you)
       
       you had a black flip phone i had a
purple one








guitar nights in my tent i thought
       what a strange boy

       and when i left i thought i might hug you
but my father was there and i thought
               maybe i’d fall


                       your forever skies were blue-green-brown
and im sorry i didn’t
8 March 2017
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QueenlyQueer Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  New Deviant
These are always my favorite kinds of poems! 😘
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and-speak Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
and what kind of poem is that? <3
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QueenlyQueer Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  New Deviant
The kind that reminds you of the good times.
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and-speak Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
mmm, yes, those are a good kind ^_^
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