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dear victoria,

the sky            
hung there a jaundice yellow            
            
and your eyes            
were distant stars            
            
and the world didn't seem to matter very much anymore            
            
just cigarette ash            
drifting on the breeze            
            
when i learned i'd never see you again...            
            
maybe with a better mind            
i would have known how to tell you how i felt    
to bare myself    
autumn leaf orange and valentine red          
         
every poem i write about you    
feels empty       
            
just like silverlake    
            
i wish i had gotten to know you  
   
I'm glad i met you  
   
sincerely,  
bryan
Written by Grae (Bryan Gray)
Published | Edited 2nd Aug 2024
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