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always overgrown
hair half past his ears
stomach over belt
boy,
quiet in shul
louder in college
til he passed out again,
threw up
always wanting to call home,
to ask why,
but never picking up the phone
hard to shake,
shielded by flesh,
until he met this. . .one
hair half past his ears
stomach over belt
boy,
quiet in shul
louder in college
til he passed out again,
threw up
always wanting to call home,
to ask why,
but never picking up the phone
hard to shake,
shielded by flesh,
until he met this. . .one
I'm supposed to be writing a paper, but instead I wrote a poem about a character of mine from an old story I keep meaning to rewrite/adapt into a screenplay
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