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like the times
i used to play basketball
in the street in front of my house
with my brother
(David)

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like the times
i sat on my bed
crossed legged and
filled with wonder
(terra)

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like the times
you would braid my hair
and i knew you loved me
(Faith)

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like the times
we finished each other's poems
on the rooftop of your tiny bedroom
(Lucas)

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like the times
you took me for night drives
and we listened to new music
without speaking
and i knew that we didn't have to
(Strands)

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like the time you took me
to Stinson Beach and
we played basketball
on a tiny heath
and you kissed me
wholly
fully knowing
we wouldn't last
(Strands)

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like the times
all the times
these lives
that we live

To the next person I decide
to pour my heart's content to,

Know that you won't be Jon Snow,
Who knows nothing.

Know that I don't hate sand,
And love all, not just the men, but the women and children too.

Know that when I say "I don't freeze",
I always will at the sight of you.

Know that the only thing I can promise,
Is honesty, as the most dishonest Stinson did when he married.

And above all that,
Know that I'll be me.
My most genuine self.
Because that's who you chose to be with.