A boy — not a girl
Postcard poetry: day 4
1 min readSep 7, 2017
they speak to me too many ways
switching status + senses
until i’m lost inside a jailed history
you always loved the softer bodies
the way they loved you
gentle, quiet dreams
it’s time for daylight
(you know)
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