Chapin City Blues

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Poetry Break

July 26, 2017

I was out for a brisk walk tonight. A light jog. Then this came on and a part of me wanted to crumble in tears in the pavement. 

In the seventh grade, I fell in love with a cute blonde, nerdy girl. Can’t even remember her name; that’s just evidence of how fickle my heart was in adolescence. How fickle it remains today. Never spoke so much as a word to her during those days. Nothing that wasn’t classroom related. Science and English, …

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