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Description
He leaves me messages
on outlet covers
and writes his C's backward

--
one day there was a mighty princess
and she freed the boy of his chains.
--

His hands are cold
on my too warm skin
and his eyes are brown

--
once,a girl flew off her swing
and kept going.
--

We didn't meet in a flurry
of star fall or the dreams
of jeweled bones.

--
a long long time ago
he caught her too.
--

I simply sat on his bench-
and he said 'Hello'

Description
He leaves me messages
on outlet covers
and writes his C's backward

--
one day there was a mighty princess
and she freed the boy of his chains.
--

His hands are cold
on my too warm skin
and his eyes are brown

--
once,a girl flew off her swing
and kept going.
--

We didn't meet in a flurry
of star fall or the dreams
of jeweled bones.

--
a long long time ago
he caught her too.
--

I simply sat on his bench-
and he said 'Hello'