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tangerine air dreamt her hair
but coarse as maple bark
ready to touch the world
touch the sky,
ask,
is everything just like this?
shes online!
green beaming dot
green beaming smile next to her name
not sure what I would say:
we grew up an ocean apart
and it didnt seem to matter,
didnt seem to make us much different,
(our vectors were so close
and parallel
gods asked will they intersect,
we cant tell!)

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I like the way your knees touch when you walk
and how youll dance without music
and how Boston hasnt gotten to you yet
because you still look people in the eye.
I liked when you struggled for color
but described that air as warm
And how it was so similar to your skin.
And the way you tell stories when youre drunk,
breathing as though you have hiccups
or as though every sentence is so powerful
it takes the wind from you.

                      ...

Its silly to think I thought you were Czech.
Language barriers are redeeming. Its good to know,
there is more to interaction than.........the cutest thing
is a girl struggling to find a word in my language

I dont like this post. I would like to do portraits,
of various kinds