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May 21
oh how I remember
when I was a kid
that I thought drinking
and driving
meant any kind of beverage
and got so nervous
when I saw my parents
drinking water
while driving
oh how I remember
how I innocent
and naive
I was
The Invisible Poet
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The Invisible Poet  18/Gender Fluid/the land of my thoughts
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