your blunders
drew me in
and my good sense
drove me out
in heated rooms and itchy grass,
your big hands cupped my "little one" world
slowly, i have peeled away your fingers
making red your white knuckles
and free my big girl world
but on this one day of the year
i will un-nostagically reminisce
the hidden pictures and rooftop ventures
as i sift my fingers through
our charm bracelet of saline pillows and double jointed heartbeats
DLS
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