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I was older than you called me by my freckles when we met, barely stretched over the cattails lazily in sweet winds imperceptible usually through the hot water air at a parboil your cigarette-and-sunscreen, cigarette-and-sunshine smell and feel I have you now as I walk eyes closed down the autumn street no all smokes do not smell the same, I miss you— the world in your departure is static for the most ironic twist of you thought, you thought that I was beautiful I wasn’t, not while you were watching, not till you were farther till I was older, barely oh if all smokes were you still if all the suns were you if I weren’t beautiful and you were looking oh
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
Cigarette-and-Sunscreen
I was older than you called me by my freckles when we met, barely stretched over the cattails lazily in sweet winds imperceptible usually through the hot water air at a parboil your cigarette-and-sunscreen, cigarette-and-sunshine smell and feel I have you now as I walk eyes closed down the autumn street no all smokes do not smell the same, I miss you— the world in your departure is static for the most ironic twist of you thought, you thought that I was beautiful I wasn’t, not while you were watching, not till you were farther till I was older, barely oh if all smokes were you still if all the suns were you if I weren’t beautiful and you were looking oh
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cr1090
American
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
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