for now
the sun
persuades
me to rise
out of bed
and find you
in the field
beneath
the same blue
sky with
your black
hair down
around your
shoulders
and irish
eyes bright
among
the flowers.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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