Tired Blue Boy

He takes photos. His books are filled With spilled coffee. Wavy sun ray hair Lime green citrus eyes Sturdy safe shoulders Rich, melted dark chocolate voice Pouty peony puckers Stolen lenses Quirky movies Oversized sweaters to cover his quivering hands when he cautiously holds hers. He reminds me of a child's desk That was personalized by doodles dinged and carved into it over the years The desk that his parents probably adore. He is a collage of all the things he photographs. He takes pictures of anything and everything To make himself whole.

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