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Feb 2013
Pull me down to where you are.
-17 at 6 o’clock on a January morning
and I think of you when the heater in my car finally kicks in.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
but where does that leave a feeling?
Something too big for words,
and too personal for a picture.
Something idealistically left as a thought
that only I truly understand.
I’ve wanted to write you a poem for 686 days,
but I can’t find a way to fit biased perfection
into something meant for everyone.
Kendall Dinsmore
Written by
Kendall Dinsmore  Casco, Maine
(Casco, Maine)   
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