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UNTITLED by Jasper Soloff

I'm like a

memory lost from when you were a kid

sweet and sticky hands from a popsicle


fire flies in a jar; hot hair; yellow bits

corn between your teeth; a comfy voice

someone you miss

#JasperSoloff# #Poems

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