Between Teeth and Time
I clutch history tight within my palms,
word by word,
letter by letter,
I clutch history tight within my palms,
word by word,
letter by letter,
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The first thing Darius told me was a lie.
“Got an A. You?”
“Same,” I replied, keeping my paper face down.
We were each other’s first friend, I’d like to think.
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