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i am kissing dingy windows
crowded by photography
of the things you left behind
i am only looking in
i am smitten with the
sweater abandoned on my lawn
and twisted up in tie-ings of
purple sneaker-laces
from a time that smelled
like burnt sunsets and
tasted just like wine
on tuesday mornings
'tween skin-warm bedsheets
when we should
have been in class
crowded by photography
of the things you left behind
i am only looking in
i am smitten with the
sweater abandoned on my lawn
and twisted up in tie-ings of
purple sneaker-laces
from a time that smelled
like burnt sunsets and
tasted just like wine
on tuesday mornings
'tween skin-warm bedsheets
when we should
have been in class