childhood games of knives to necks
palms to fingers
fingers to lips
if only dreams had wings, we'd have soared.
we crossed each sun
the longest moons
found the stars and planets.
but i can't pin-point the precise moment of change
it loomed before our ever-still eyes
which had drooped to avoid the glare.
with signs of sallow skin
and pockets of regret
we packed up our belongings
i went left, you went right














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i want to be the girl with the most cake
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