Three years

What did I do to deserve the devotion

Of this particular young man

His black curls a velveteen moss

Cascading down his forehead

I did nothing good and I don’t deserve it

But we keep buckling hands

And toward more years

Or maybe just toward the library

Anyways, we keep on walking

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