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Feb 2014
The summer I was seventeen
I kissed a boy,
And together we made
A perfect tangle
of youth and vulnerability.

I went back to our river
After he had left for the west coast.

The tides ran lower.

Sometimes I think of you
And you still make me feel like
*** and sunshine,
Frank Sinatra
and street light kisses.
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