we walked in long dresses, with blue ribbons on our backs
painted with gold and sewn together with good intentions.
we faced the cold
either we refused to face it
or we pretended it wasn't there
but it was.
our future was endless,
we wrote our poems on backs of old essay questions
we did what we wanted, raised a fire next door
our lives meaningless in context.
our love was riddled with inconsistency
ever-changing ever-yearning ever everything.
we were young once
we were simple once
we were ourselves once.
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