I feel like my hand will always be open and extended but no one will ever reach for it.
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
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I feel like my hand will always be open and extended but no one will ever reach for it.
