a poem for Ben Blanchard that i originally posted to my mySpace bloggings ::: i still can remember that day ::: the air was so crisp ::: >>>
on the chance if you can, check out Ben's music because he is a quite brilliant singer-songwriter, no? ::: yes ::: >>>

i am wearing your turtleneck
like a bohemian skipping in a field
i feel your body imprinted
fabric sealed with perspiration
i can smell your skin & hair
you are memories now
memories now

The End

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