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Oct 2014
if i’m going to see you again,
why did the back
of your blue dress shirt seem like
such a finality?
what bitter ends are these we taste,
spitting the seeds of our sunflower love
out into the pavement,
god but
what we had was
so ******* beautiful;

i could never love you but
that doesn’t mean
i didn’t care at all.
Written by
Lilly Morgenstern  Lou, KY
(Lou, KY)   
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