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Jan 2021
Spelling secret messages
With my fingers
On your back
Of the words that I am too afraid to tell you.

Living in a fantasy
That is a reality
My younger self
Could never comprehend.

As we float downstream
I wish this river had no end
Not knowing if i'd ever
Get to see your face again.

But I open my eyes
And there you are
Standing right in front of me.

Paralyzed by your smile
I can only do the same.
Boston Tueller
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Boston Tueller  22/M/Boise, ID
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