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i had a feeling we were going to be more than friends i saw you when i was a child i was alone i had just scraped my knee after crashing on my bike i was picking concord grapes off a bush in a yard where no one looked out the window i didn't know you would follow me whisper to me in the dark tell me the future for the rest of my life i wished then i could close my ears shoo you away like a fly but your scythe was in my hand and i felt your cold breath on my neck you want me to remember how those grapes tasted more sour than sweet on that autumn day when your hand wrapped around my neck i only leaned in because i thought you were the wind
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June 2023
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