You should've seen me in yellow and blue
before I put on dirty shoes
and tied my hair into a ponytail
and hid in a coffee-stained vessel.
You should've seen me while I was bright
Oregon breeze on a campfire night
You would feel flustered: such a sight!
and sorrowful that I will die.
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Author:
Black Willow (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2026 03:01
- Category: Letter
- Views: 1
- In collections: To Sam My Dearest.

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