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Nov 2019
I grew up
Taking my best friends to
School dances
Arms linked, cheeks hurt from
Laughing because
Her frame, heightened by the tall heels
Pulled me all over her, stumbling
A peck on the cheek,
show off for the
Ticket sellers,
Discounted couple's tickets, girls piling in one after another
Sometimes with a real date on their arm

Everyone did it, we never thought there was something wrong

Wishful thinking, on my part, that she ever did it for more than the price.
My school dances were filled with grinding teenagers and superficial love. I went to as many as I could.
Written by
Mae Ellen
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