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I was eight years old,

and everyone around me was dying. 

I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't

understand what war was. 

Now I'm twenty-six,

and everyone around me is dying

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

is the one I want to kiss.

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

doesn't even know I exist. 

The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs

I've seen how this goes before,

Over and over—

I paint your unclouded skies with gray,

I'm the rain in your more-than-perfect day. 

Who was the idea you had of me?

Her mascara wasn't running down

Hello Winter,

I see you through the light

peaking through my curtains.

Your white blankets every living thing. 

But Winter,

When will you comfort me,

Wrap me up like a present,

Every day, I sit and stare

at you talking about what others consider nonsense. 

I'd call you a wordsmith,

Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue. 

I hunch in the corner of the group,