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Prompt: for my first crush my soul is still yearning. |
| For my first crush my soul is still yearning, and my grade school passions are still burning for what might have been: Is this a sin? Though I can't recall his face, I can still remember his name: Did he have freckles and red hear? Was his eyes blue or green? Why can't I stop obsessing over what might have been? Poet's Note: ▶︎ |
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