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Apr 2018
Someone asked me to describe home,
And i let my thoughts roam,
It had a really nice view,
because i was describing you.

They must’ve expected wallpaper and a violin,
But they got freckles and tanned skin,
They said no what about the light,
I said its more about the sight.

I won’t stop talking about your new perfume,
I get stopped and asked about my room,
I realized they wanted me to describe a window frame,
But the first thing on my tongue was your name.
Written by
jack  16/Non-binary/Nevada
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