Lost loves
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Crisp, brown leaves that smell of books,
pine blood sticky in my hair,
sweet straight stems of path-side grass—
These are the loved things I lost
when I grew up
by mistake.
Crisp, brown leaves that smell of books,
pine blood sticky in my hair,
sweet straight stems of path-side grass—
These are the loved things I lost
when I grew up
by mistake.