O when, all ways

Here we go another lame ass poem:

I woke in James' bed
to think on John-
but decided:
if I was going to think under heartache
I had to start at the beginning.

Owen. O when?

Not the first boy
not my first kiss
but the first to take apart
-myself human being little
105 pounds- my all
Dark hair in the dark night

In 5 I will give my hand

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I will always give it. In All ways.
After this John seems a stranger
the bed im in distant.