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Jun 2020
To the sidewalk at Night

Cranberry to the house.
It's not right.
I feel old.
Like the rust of speech.
Like 3 degrees off and a letter from Jack.
Takes all 2 seconds to get used to it.
The nearness of you.
And the walk back home.


Garrett Johnson.
Don't look back.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  22/M/In the woods
(22/M/In the woods)   
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