Poetry · Writing

Munchkin

I saw you

from way down here. 

Polishing stones

to throw at my head. 

We talked that whole night. 

They said young love

was the sweetest 

but I didn’t bite

hard. 

We talked that whole night

just like the good ol’ days. 

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