about a boy

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i'm afraid of losing you
so i try to hold you in my words
keep you in my bubble.
i try
to tell them how your laugh
sounds like songbirds
and your smile is warm and your hair
looks like roses
your eyes, individual skies
captured stars and galaxies
i write my woven words of you
because i need you in a poem,
even if i can't have you here.

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