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i was always first.

ankles crossed hair tumbled eyes tangled  reaching for your words like they'll sing the same as they did in october graduation is a pretty way to phrase goodbyes and I'm terribly sorry that it's all we write about, but most people tend to fade into the sheets as they unravel. I was never well acquainted  with handling endings with care. And I never...

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the stars in the margins.

you were sixteen couldn't breathe back porch, 73 degree beauty. ratted hair ankle socks 5'6' with a decade worth of plans and a high school career worth of empty gas tanks. no blonde ponytail in cut off denim no fly-by, goodbye, long night eyes watching weekends tumble by like the Atlantic. you pieced together your own sky out of criss cross stars left...

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synesthesia/watercolors

The girl with hair like cotton candy gave me saving words tonight.And I thanked her, politely.They were blue and green.Blue words like her lips used to be.Green words like everything she sees.Like everything she sees.Like everything she sees.Like she's new and March is the only thing she sees.Like March at last can breathe and white hair is made of ashes.Like February 27th turned...

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