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Mar 2014
I'll never forget how the foam spilled off the top of the first beer I ever drank from a keg
Back in those days when the map from your front yard swing to mine (no matter how many times my address changed) was pressed in my head like the flowers we picked were pressed between the pages of our favorite poems

16 flew by in such a blur
Our sun kissed skin met our shoulders, showing scars from summer days spent driving too fast with the top down
Your father let you drive the LeBaron, our backs as flat as the seats would allow, watching the day turn into night
Wishing forever on shooting stars

The smoked passed from our lips as we whispered our deepest secrets in our bedroom
Shared on the day you found I needed a home
It's always you who knew all the parts to me, and we learned to grow in love
18 came and went like the boys our mouths would tire from talking of, but whose lips we longed to taste just once more

Now your home is found so far from mine
Yet somehow it's wherever I am
Sister, you'll always have a place with me

Remember the nights our bones rested together?
The burn of my cigarette in the dark night looks just like the stars we wished upon back then
You can follow the sound of my heart still beating for you
And you'll always know where our home is
Teresa Smith
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Teresa Smith  Kent
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