and if i could write for, one last time

. . .

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write, so as to tell
that girl
that oh, i stumbled upon
around here
as to how much really
did i want to
paint myself
in her exquisite eyes

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write about
giving the biggest hug
to that girl
who oh, just so heartbreakingly wrote
about her crying
herself to sleep
on a night,
wherein
all that she needed
was to be held

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh was shamed
for having big breasts
as to how
she was perfect
just the way she is

and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh believed herself
to be useless
that oh she isn’t
and
that oh she…

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