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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, -
Pool of Color
I work at the front desk in an art museum.
It's more exciting than you'd think. -
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