backwards
tomboy
bad news
the original
skinny
acidwash
jeans
tore up old
self. like usual
a taller you
a bad hair day
no bra. ya
wool cap
spinning around a
middle
finger
scratcher bingo by
a switchblade
gettin’ high
wow
twenty ten
just look at us
then
the madness
the sadness
followed us
haunted us
still i long to
remember
the way you
touched me
gave me
chills
weight of an eighty
impala beneath us
reading our poems
aloud and again
the fortune of
finding a
friend
oh why
oh why
did it all
have to
end
katya mills © 2018
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