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Rosie Rivers

I hope someday you’ll find an old picture of me.

And you’ll wonder if I still love banana smoothies More than I love myself. Or if I still request a pinkie promise Upon agreement.

If my bed is still crowded with teddy bears, From a forgotten youth. If my curly hair, still hides my eyes And my endless secrets.

Or if I still have that old jumper That I would refuse to throw away, Because it smelt of you. And maybe you’ll even wonder, If I wonder About you.