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NH

15 years old

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  • The last poem I'll write about you

    Memories frozen in amber

    are dropped on my doorstep like a cruel present--

    your freckles and your smile and your green eyes like grass and summer leaves,

    that nickname nobody had ever called me

    before you,
  • None of the days have passed away

    The stars have yet to fall from the sky.
    They cling to the velvety darkness above them, little silver pinpricks, listening for their cue,
    for when they can explode in a burst of white-hot magnificence
    to lead the way to our cabins
  • Blackberries

    When you look at me like that I feel dumb –
    pretending you didn't make me weak in the knees.
    Pretending I didn't feel them, the zaps of electricity 
    crackling in your laugh.
    Pretending I was ever immune
    to you.
  • i might cry

    It'll be hard to write this poem because
    I might cry
    when the words become jumbled memories
    nostalgia pouring out of the depths of my mind and unfolding on a blinding-white computer screen

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