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9729 kilometers away, to be exact.

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DearPoetry

Published: Jun 3, 2013

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i have these bones like flowers-

fragile and finely plucked,
these lily stargazers
are kissing ocean beds,
making love to sirens
while yearning
for a taste of her
wander(lust).

i want to tape maps to my limbs-

throw caution to the wind
as i gather up
every love letter receipt,
from every false attempt
i ever wrote her
& forget for just a moment
that even still
light-years away,
she does not love me.

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Another poem from my secrets series!

The secret:

_{I’m in love with a girl who is 9729 kilometers away and doesn’t know that I love her, and it hurts.}

More secrets can be found here: [link]

Feel free to submit one at any time!

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