AND ! THEN THE LILACS SHALL ARRIVE, COME WARMER WEATHER. THE LILACS, KEPT IN BUCKETS, AND CARRIED OFF BY THE ARMFUL, DAMPENING THE SLEEVES, HEAVING WITH PROMISE OF SPRING
THEY SELL OUT FAST GOOD THINGS NEVER LAST
AND THE SMELL, TENTH GRADE BATH AND BODY WORKS
WHEN WE WANTED MAKE OUT PARTIES AND DREW THE LINES ACROSS THE HALL MOUTH TO MOUTH HIM WITH YOU AND HIM WITH YOU AND HIM WITH YOU
AND THEN SAYING THIS COLOR IS YOUR FLOWER, MY FLOWER IS THIS COLOR, YOURS ARE PURPLE
LILACS
TAKE TIME
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oooo spring. and when boys felt fresh. and lialacs always always always make me feel like everything will be okay. cool poem.
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