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The years I wasted wanting her
are years I don't regret,
but this release is new and strange;
I'm careful with her yet.

The beers I tasted, taunting her -
the gold I swallowed twice -
it hit me harder than I dreamed -
I need another slice.

The scent of her is sinking in
between each crack and break
that made its home inside my skin
with pills I wouldn't take.

She isn't glass; she won't confuse
the light for something cheap
that she may toss back to the sun
or just decide to keep.

She is not glass, she is not stone,
she's not the sky or space;
she's something new that stands alone
but melts in my embrace.

She holds the world like mysteries
hold heads and make them think -
she holds it like cold water,
and she loves to watch me drink.


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Age when written: 16