the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

about you but i wont tell because you
made me promise i’d hold it as a secret
close to my heart. so i act like i care.

i act like high schoolers in love and think
it’s so real. it was real wasn’t it?

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