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please come back

                          
i miss you
it seems to me 
that every memory 
i have of you
is wrapped in
wisps
of a sunflower-yellow aura
your freckles and red-gold hair 
dazzling me
your scent and warmth 
overwhelming me
i felt like the coolest girl
but you hurt me and then held me
can you hear me?
they must have kneaded erasers and plastic lanyards in heaven.
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