It didn't occur to me that when you leave you may never come back to me even if my door always opens to your key. You could always walk in and take whatever you "need" and I'd let you cause you signed your name next to mine on the deed.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
