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Jan 2021
#16
Sitting with you is
The best part of my day.

The smell of some
****** light blue American Spirit
Hangs over us in a fog.

You’re talking philosophy
At me, and I’m leaning
Back against a tree
Blowing smoke at the sky.

You are everything that
I have been looking for.
I know you’re not just mine,
But sometimes I like
To pretend that you are.
The 16th poem in a collection I haven't titled any of yet.
Beanie
Written by
Beanie  19/Maine
(19/Maine)   
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   Ian Dunn
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