for oliver, from elio
was all i could see that morning.
it was ending, and my body ached.
i was glad you heard me,
some weeks before,
when i told you about the shirt.
the first day we met
crossed my mind,
how could i have been so blind?
i didn't wait to wear it,
it comforted me
knowing i had something from you.
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summer 83 & peaches
फैनफिक्शनif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...
