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May 22
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MangentaCat17

Far Away

When we were little
I'd stare at you
and when you turned around
I would fake I was doing something else
When I was hurt
you could tell
even though were far away
it seems a little closer
when you smile
or laugh
or sit next to me on 
my aunt's brown couch
you understand everything
about me
I hope you know
that I am constantly thinking
about you

 
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Posted: 05.22.18
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  1. Amazingnutmeg12
    May 22, 2018

    OOOOOOOOOOHHHH FISHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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  1. OopaLoopaTweete
    Jun 13, 2018

    hi ZOEOEOEOE

    Oopste Doopste
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  1. activist_fieldhockey
    Jun 11, 2018

    wjhhhhhhoooo

    hazel green

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  1. gg
    Jun 12, 2018

    Mangenta, I confess to being confused by the comments attached to this fine poem, but I want to say that I love this. There is a tone, a calmness and use of detail that is remarkable. It's almost a whisper. Thanks so much for sharing this.
    gg

    YWP founder. Current work: Instagram, Mastodon and https://geoffreygevalt.com
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  1. MangentaCat17
    Jun 13, 2018

    Sorry about the comments, my friends write random things all over them!

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  1. OopaLoopaTweete
    Jun 19, 2018

    Yeh sorry we suck

    Oopste Doopste
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  1. MangentaCat17
    Jun 19, 2018

    Who are you?

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