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a poem by anonymous, ’21

Sometimes your face is the equivalent of ‘what if’

If i could tell you that

Your smile could keep the stars

From going out when the morning comes.

If i could tell you

I think your future is like your height

Unlimited and stretching upwards in all its glory,

like a tree before it’s ripped away during

the storm that broke against my bedroom window.

our ten years as friends is written in the lines of my palms as they push against your back

when I tackle you for a hug after not seeing you for a week

Our future is unlimited,

Every time i see you walk away with her.

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