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adrianalujnflor Vanilla milkshake connoisseur
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This is an old poem that I wrote when I was sad in high school


by adrianalujnflor

Every morning my dad writes me a note on a napkin

He thinks I don't read them But every "have a good day!" is tucked away Into an old blue shoebox under my bed

Freshman year this boy wrote me a letter

With the words: why do you come to school looking like you just rolled out of bed? I stored the words in my mind and the paper in a shoe box Now I wake up 20 minutes earlier than I used to

I used to tell myself I was over you

But I still pulled your shoebox out of my closest I cried over our photo strips And the origami flower you made When you didn't have money for a real bouquet

As I'd put the box away I'd tell myself

"Maybe next time I'll throw it away..." The flower was crushed and soggy anyway

Every time I buy a new pair of shoes I keep the box

It keeps my arms from aching too much From all the weight of the things I hold onto

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