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Dear Matthew,
May 10, 2012
You have climbed up so high
Placed yourself on a branch,
And rested there
In a cloudy state of mind.
You took a baggie
Filled with goodies,
Rolled a joint,
And climbed ever-higher.
You put it out on your wrist,
And inhale a puff of your own burning flesh.
The background is blurry,
And I selectively focus,
Tracing my line of vision up your pale skin
To your chest
And d
o
w
n
To your plaid boxers.
Yet,
When my eyes trace north,
I cannot see your face.
And
Neither can you.
© Carly M., Hopedale, MA
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