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Nov 2015
At twelve, she would’ve scribbled
his name all over her math notebook

At sixteen, she would’ve let him put his hand up her sweater

At twenty, she would’ve let him put his hand up anything he wanted

And now, she just wanted him to go away
elias
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elias  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   Mike Essig and ryn
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