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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Pd2: john B

I Remember Poem

I remember falling through a trampoline
the way the hot dogs smelled in the background
And how the gasps splinted the air
I remember the grilled cheese at the schappell's
Like Grandmas toast on Sunday

The spring's touch ripping my skin apart
It was a knife like sensation

I remember the blood drenched white t-shirt
How the stitches pierced my leg

Each time I recall this memory, I feel shocked that it happened
Head spinning, I still don't understand it
Through my life, I still remember this clearly
 

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