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we circled each other like strange, timid animals of prey you’d never seen me crazy but you’d never given me a reason to try so discarded you mark me shelf me as that little girl who’ll never understand now here we are parked in your car the orchard is quiet tonight echoing the silence we are disrupting before you can take my hand and preach your lies I pop the door and take off you sigh believing me to still be a child until you get out to fetch me and in the dark you see my top before you do you question what’s underneath me like you do what’s under the rest of my clothes no where in sight is the little girl you once knew intuitively you head toward the pond contemplating new baptisms or finally cleaning off layered dust to find reality wondering what tragedies I’ll bring you this time do I still make you feel like a young boy as I jump in the water covered by mere splashes and starlight are you surprised by the me I am here that the me you barely knew was fraud or rather only a mask as painted as your own
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
April Showers, in Late August
we circled each other like strange, timid animals of prey you’d never seen me crazy but you’d never given me a reason to try so discarded you mark me shelf me as that little girl who’ll never understand now here we are parked in your car the orchard is quiet tonight echoing the silence we are disrupting before you can take my hand and preach your lies I pop the door and take off you sigh believing me to still be a child until you get out to fetch me and in the dark you see my top before you do you question what’s underneath me like you do what’s under the rest of my clothes no where in sight is the little girl you once knew intuitively you head toward the pond contemplating new baptisms or finally cleaning off layered dust to find reality wondering what tragedies I’ll bring you this time do I still make you feel like a young boy as I jump in the water covered by mere splashes and starlight are you surprised by the me I am here that the me you barely knew was fraud or rather only a mask as painted as your own
I dunno. The boy is a combination of two I've known. I had to amend the story some for it to work.
WickedHope
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
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