In this poem, Ponder writes a brief letter to the Girl. In it, he breaks down his thoughts on her beauty and their recent awkward interactions since they are now ‘dead’ to one another.
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Deer ewe,
talking isn't much I do.
often times I only view
your antler hair
that curls up high
and glitches
time from
one to two. spring forward
while I break
hour hands.
glance
don't glance
alter your stance.
........................Pass
my presence, peer through and through
to my Sistine glow,
only seen
by few.
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