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Aug 2018
Two 17 year olds on a single bed,
happy,
pulling apart at the slightest noise.

One 17 year old sitting,
shaking,
stating that he's in love.

Two 17 year olds hugging,
entwined,
so he can't see her face.

One 17 year old trying to explain,
hesitantly,
how she just isn't there yet.

Two 17 year olds.

One in love.

One in like.
Prosaic
Written by
Prosaic  16/F
(16/F)   
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     Michael Ramsey, Iskra, Gr8Ryzyngz and Lucas
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