words that won't come trueonce i scrawled poetry on a small piece of paper in church.
i think it was about summer and tire swings and swimming pools and love
- things i wished for but never got
i hid the tiny paper inside the cover of my bible,
but it fell out and i think a few people read it.
they wouldn't remember now, but i remember
and i'm still in church, writing poetry that nobody will ever read.
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