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May 22nd 2017
He is the shadow against a grey wall
He is the hurt that comes after a fall
He is the ringing inside of your ear
He is what you are when you aren’t possessed by fear
She is the willow tree in the corner of the yard
She is the feeling in your stomach when you realize you’ve gone too far
She is the coyote you see in the street
Late that summer night
She is the smell of flowers, sweet
That filled the air after Pete and Chaz’s fight
June twenty- second was the night I realized
What it really meant to be
Blessed by Gods of mosquitos, baptized
And renamed, Amy Nicolette, for free
The summer is what we were
The grass was evergreen
I dare to call it a desire deferred
The remnants of a daydream
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