i liked this poem before you even knew it existed

he took down
his punk things
from the walls
it’s weird when i walk past
his house at night
and milo isn’t looking out at me
i always wanted 
him to hold me 
when he was old 
when his arms 
matched his jackets.
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Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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