you are the arbiter of my nostalgia able to bar the clotting of sweet sixteen bleed me dry of the finality of my farewell - so please bleed me through honeyed veins tomorrow when i witness three years which i can't grasp like the needles of the shower which seep their heat into my pores but leave me soon dripping with damp
Reason for writing:
i will see my best friend for the first time in three years (i emigrated) - the poem is about preserving the level of friendship that we had when we were sixteen.
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