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francine Dec 2019
my mom says i'm handsome,
but i don't think i'm handsome.
because if i was a girl,
i wouldn't date myself.
my little brother said this and im-
francine Dec 2019
her
everything you say is like poetry.
i'm sure by now you're my sanctuary

your smile makes me feel so sugary.
but tell me why you always leave me feeling so

sickly.
francine Dec 2019
a night at our place, old and gray.
dancing to the same tune from before...
me and you.

my arms around you,
warm and soft.
slowly turning under the infinite skies...
me and you.

an exchange of words,
back and forth.
wasting away,
old and gray...
me and you.

— The End —