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Dec 2013
I met a boy
who spoke in tongues.
one that never really
the difference between
"there" and "their"
and who had more smoke
in his lungs than thoughts in his head.

I met a boy
who knew how to sing
and taught me how to dance
without using my feet
and taught me how to speak
French when we were skin to skin
in his parents' basement.

I met a boy
who was never really
"mine" but that didn't stop him
from tripping his way through
my arteries and who's lighter
always burned a little brighter
than I ever could.
Kay Reed
Written by
Kay Reed  F/ohio
   cynthia and meg
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