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Aug 2014
My seniors gloat how innocent I am.
My mother laughs
due to my tongue.
The one that slips up and talks like a sailor.
Only mother doesn't know how truly innocent I may or may not be.
Though she may have a pretty penny about how innocent I may be,
she surely doesn't have a complete grasp.
*because when you're a teenager, curiosity kills your innocence.
Maytin Paige
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Maytin Paige
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   Joseph Schneider
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