if i could go back
july 3rd, bloomingdale
skin tight grey shirt, 94 degrees
i truly don't know
if i'd say a word to you
or if i'd kiss you on sight
i don't remember who you were
and i want remember who i was
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
