will it be alright if i tried to read you?

the city was a blank slate


we planned to write on.

until the horrors of being good enough

overwhelmed every inch of our flinching souls

we had dreams,

wild as one could imagine.

we believed in Santa, in the tooth fairy

all things mentioned in hard covered books.

yet, we never believed in the

tattered paperback.ย 

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