There’s this girl I never knew,
Met her once and witnessed her in life thrice more,
She was beautiful the way words so often fall away,
I can still picture those honey blonde roots in May’s glow.

Ten short years later,
I pour through this memory book of angst and daydreams,
remembering my own version
of once upon another time.

 

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