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I wrote with my fingertips across his flesh toned skin with the permanent ink of my memory.
Memorizing and underlining the important parts of him.
Freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose,
Birthmark discolored on the nape of his neck,
The sweep of his collarbone as it goes from shoulder to shoulder.
Smile like an upside down frown, the crescent moon that lit the path of my darkest moments.
They tell us we are young but with two dollars in our pockets and his fistful of nickles we are only twenty five cents away from forever.
Take a bus and ride off to the sun as it leaks like liquid over the horizon.
Trying to love the skies I'm under, feel the sea foam wash over my body, your eyes scanning every inch of me.
But right now, let me memorize and underline the important parts of you.
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RebeccaYSPerez
I'm a fiction writer as well as a poet. Just recently graduated from University Heights High School, the birth school of Power Writers the program that started the Power Poetry ideal. I have been a writer for a majority of my life, and a Power Writer for the past four. I am enrolling in college to get an English degree so I can teach high school English classes, and maybe one day write my own book. Poetry has been my homage for many years now and has helped me through some of my very own personal struggles and led the way towards the healing of these things. I would be more than happy to help and offer my opinion to everyone, as well as share my own stories. We are all here not only to create but to connect. Becca.
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