Feb 2, 2018

When i think about you
I feel out of place
Something i never had before
Maybe if i was a dog, 
It was like the first time ever 
i could finally catch the red ball in the grass
When i think about you
I was somewhere strange
Where the river freezes
in the middle of August
I feel odd
Like the purple rose
with peculiar scent 
Once i dreamed about you
I was stranded on the island 
which never existed


Syracuse, NY
Feb 1st, 2018


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