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blueboy

depend on me
longlimbed thinfingered apparition
remember me? you used to
depend on me.
jazzlisten winedrinker, sophistication slithers
from your body like blue blood.
Beautiful boy,
depend on me,
write your stories, your you yourself and I’s,
include me
write your stories and your letters
glue guitar picks to my life and swear
that you were not the music-
depend on me
I watercoloured my world till I bled and bled and bled
ran rampant naked angry through our towering town,
still you managed to forget
I saw that sunrise,
I remember,
the sexiest thing in the world
all that blue and red
you were there for me…

…depend on me.




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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...
Jun. 21 at 5:34 pm:
Whenever the h*ll, I meet my blueboy...or bluegirl, I want this to be the feeling between us. Even if things don't work out. Like I think is the situation in this poem. I love your play with words. It's like jazz. You're pure wit and mad genuis-ity.
 
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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...
Jun. 21 at 5:32 pm:
Whenever the hell, I meet my blueboy...bluegril. I want this to be that feeling. Even if things don't work out. I love your play with words. You're just witty. And pure mad genius-ity. 
 
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