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Grass stuck between my young pearly whites One record-breaking nose bleed winning As it plays catch with my middle teeth. Find myself crashed on the new neighbor's lawn Must have shot right over the handlebars Cleared their bushes Must have been going near Mach one. Untangle myself from the remains of my bike Clicking my jaw And there she is The head-turning epicenter of my crash A summer dress made of rainbows and promises A question in those blue dreamy eyes. "I'm fine", I chuckle and shrug "I do all my own stunts" She beams I smile back Traces of white But mostly Stuntman reds and greens.
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Man, that kid can fly!
Grass stuck between my young pearly whites One record-breaking nose bleed winning As it plays catch with my middle teeth. Find myself crashed on the new neighbor's lawn Must have shot right over the handlebars Cleared their bushes Must have been going near Mach one. Untangle myself from the remains of my bike Clicking my jaw And there she is The head-turning epicenter of my crash A summer dress made of rainbows and promises A question in those blue dreamy eyes. "I'm fine", I chuckle and shrug "I do all my own stunts" She beams I smile back Traces of white But mostly Stuntman reds and greens.
Childhood series #4
#love#childhood#stunts
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ambient-destruction
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
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