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You left behind only smoke and unapologies in the prickly darkness.
Yearning for something you took, I followed you
out into the darkness of night’s high noon.
My lips, like red rose petals, blew away in the wind
and I could think of nothing to say. No reason to stay.
You arched your back in the stillness, and I counted regrets on the knobs of your spine.
The cicadas played a love song and we laughed at the irony
I tried to make you a peanut butter sandwich.
I bit the crumbs hard to keep from crying.
You took the sandwich and left behind only smears of jelly. Red like blood.



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MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 29, 2013 at 4:08 pm
Every image you paint with your words are alive to me. I see, taste, hear, smell every thing you detail. Suddenly, I'm in the mood for a PB&J sandwhich.
 
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Feb. 7, 2013 at 9:31 am
Wow! This is utterly fantastic! I loved absolutely every word.
 
IrenieThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 28, 2013 at 10:45 pm
Thank you very much :)
 
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