I wrote a poem about what would happen if I found my journal in 30 years. Read it?

shoebox under bed
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ironically, there no shoes in box
if life wasn’t confusing enough already.

rubber band ball, cracked aviators,
roll of film never shot,
friendship bracelets in knot,
polka dot purse,
, book.

run fingers down spine.
blow dust off cover.
pages fat spoils of life:
smiles, pains, lovers

flip flip flip flip

drawings, crossouts, scribbles, rhymes
dreaming of things eyeliner, sex, , suicide.
toss glace @ time.
oh gotten late.
has been long?

feels sixteen.

the shoebox under bed ----------------------------------------- ironically, there no shoes in box if life wasn’t confusing enough already. rubber band ball, cracked aviators, roll of film never shot, friendship bracelets in knot, polka dot purse, , book. run fingers...

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