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Published: Jun 29, 2009

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i have lost the sway in my hips as time has beat me deeper
into the flagstones
and you have not quite left the past behind, and i
(i heard she still wears your hair the same way, i heard she still always has that
singular
lock
dangling past her shoulder to scrape her body to claim what is no longer mine)

and oh, darling, for so long i have loved myself alone in the dark behind my eyes and oh darling for so long for so

so let go, let go, let yourself fall, let me hold you once-
please, let yourself
i have fallen
so long ago

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I have written such a buttload of poems lately, but they're all by hand in my notebook, and if I bring it to the computer to type them, I'll forget about it and leave it there, and my mother will pick it up and be 'supportive'/pretend she understands how my brain works, or I'll forget it's there and freak out at three in the morning when I wake up with a poem in my hands.

So I will type some. Eventually.

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This was accepted onto TeenInk RAW. Please vote for me! [link]

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