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last summer I met a boy of 6 feet tall he is two years older than me he listens to punk rock has an alcoholic father, and his kisses are sweeter than honey and softer than silk we spent countless, long, dreamy cold, rainy, humid nights in my backyard with the smell of too much hairspray which I can not bring myself to smell again and mosquito spray which I never apply anymore 11pm 4am the hours passed by like minutes, seconds under the stars telling secrets I was scared scared of losing him even though he was already lost fading disapearing slowly and then all at once hallways silence stares me alone him and her 11pm 4am hours seem like eternitys, milleniums crying flashbacks thinking about the us that will never be blood spills on the paper spelling out your words, promises do I even cross his mind maybe  probably not  no I'm sorry I wasn't skinny pretty funny admirable good enough I'm sorry we didn't even say goodbye goodbye, Brandan
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
A Letter to Brandan
last summer I met a boy of 6 feet tall he is two years older than me he listens to punk rock has an alcoholic father, and his kisses are sweeter than honey and softer than silk we spent countless, long, dreamy cold, rainy, humid nights in my backyard with the smell of too much hairspray which I can not bring myself to smell again and mosquito spray which I never apply anymore 11pm 4am the hours passed by like minutes, seconds under the stars telling secrets I was scared scared of losing him even though he was already lost fading disapearing slowly and then all at once hallways silence stares me alone him and her 11pm 4am hours seem like eternitys, milleniums crying flashbacks thinking about the us that will never be blood spills on the paper spelling out your words, promises do I even cross his mind maybe  probably not  no I'm sorry I wasn't skinny pretty funny admirable good enough I'm sorry we didn't even say goodbye goodbye, Brandan
this is a letter that will never be sent
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May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
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