Portable youth...

migrate can't I myself back
across the years to you
and there're not many things
I would not give
to have you back
again for a day or an hour
or even a minute
but as every age I ever was
still tucked inside me
I carried you then
I carry you still
and the best time
we ever spent
recorded in a diary
full of you
converts this body
into your memorial.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-08-18 at 07:56

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