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we sat down and talked last night beer buzzed and campy, letting the smell of the fire penetrate your sweatshirt (which you would lend to me) and my hair (which you would later caress) and we floated in our remember-when's and remember-who's. i remember when i remember who me and you when we were timid and we were shy and the first time we met, it was with our eyes i saw a green that stopped me in my tracks because even at the naive age of five, i knew that it was the same green as the onion grass in my backyard which when spring came we always tasted and always hated how it lingered even after we had our apple juice and snacks
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
my oldest friend (part one).
we sat down and talked last night beer buzzed and campy, letting the smell of the fire penetrate your sweatshirt (which you would lend to me) and my hair (which you would later caress) and we floated in our remember-when's and remember-who's. i remember when i remember who me and you when we were timid and we were shy and the first time we met, it was with our eyes i saw a green that stopped me in my tracks because even at the naive age of five, i knew that it was the same green as the onion grass in my backyard which when spring came we always tasted and always hated how it lingered even after we had our apple juice and snacks
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
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