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[chiffonette]

I've decided that in order for me to write every day, I'm going to use 750words and also post what I have here.

I am not a good poet.

fitful

how often
can I manage
to sit and simply
easily
painlessly
grow

does life
need more than
quiet
scarred
reasons
for us

when can
you put away
all those
caring
errorless
smiles

and be
just to be

stutter (surprisingly, Silver pair PoT!poetry)

somehow we were eighteen
nineteen
too old now for glances
too young for words

hanging onto these
the past time
we had
the gold
of sunsets
and hair under it

often I am cold
and I remember you were not
fingers or elbows or knobby knees
still healing
still pained
but growing
but better

do you
do you still
do I
are we

you laughed the same
rocking against the fence
it rattled
startled at your shoulders
and their strength

yes
yes I do
I still do
you do
we are

and your warm hands
waited
until I gave them mine

we did