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Jul 2019
my eyes grow
heavy
as i look at
the pastel-colored sky
and your face before it

photography's hardened the sky's softness and
softened your hardness;
i recall
the sweet, sweet feeling
of your hair jabbing at
my smooth chin;
i remember you felt small

so
your face cannot
be as it was
then
no, i cry, not
ever
again
declan morrow
Written by
declan morrow  21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn
(21/Gender Fluid/Brooklyn)   
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   Jacob Reilly
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