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October 11, 2013
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sometimes i am terrified
you have already outgrown me.

all you are some nights is
back turned, a scrap of orange flannel in a
sunset streetlight
soft puff of dark hair and an
enigma
a thousand light years long
climbing some sandy hill into oblivion
and i try not to mind
but secretly i’m reaching
for your hand
as it trails
behind.





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Mckay This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 18, 2013 at 4:17 pm
As "october" is the desire of everyone, "wednesday" is the nightmare and lingering anguish of every soul roaming this lonely universe. Being out-grown hurts more perhaps than anything else. It means you're not interesting enough, you've become tedious, you're a chore, a used and out-dated interest, not an adventure or an enighma anymore. The emotion in this poem is (AGHHHH) tangible. Sticky and contagious. Congrats on another Editors' Choice... (more »)
 
MyApocalyptic This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 21, 2013 at 1:54 pm
McKay, my dear, I live for your adjectives. Tangible, sticky, contagious... It's lovely to feel as if I've earned these tasty, tasty words. Thanks as always <3
 
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