Built Up Boy - Poem by MKM MKM
Thick smoke frames the mindset of that last evening in July. Your memory, drenched in the nostalgic nectar of summer, has swelled in my brain. You are a world away and practically a stranger. Yet, I hold you with such high regard. My urban lungs fill with the cold grey that surrounds me. I imagine your lungs rise and fall with mountain air and far away fulfillment. Perhaps, it is not you. Perhaps, it was never you. For I now I know, that I have simply slapped your face upon the idea of freedom.
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