the spill of you,
all long and lean,
out of your white dress
into skin, bathing
in the pooled light
of an oval moon.
it's hard to be blue
with you around, it
reminds me of a thing
called love.
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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