Ripped up 5x6
I hate carrying this around,
This ripped up photograph
Walking the halls
Hoping to see you,
But I never catch a glimpse.
I want to pass it on to you
But I never get the chance.
When I see you,
My breath is just a whirlwind
And this 5x6--
Is worth holding on to,
If it means not letting go.
And I have nothing to say,
Until you’re
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