guns erupt with a thwop and a thunk
and a tiny explosion of starch on the green
while boisterous blond memories tap dance
and fraternize across this last week and
this god-awful pain up the side of my skull
easy to say that you love me, kid,
easier still to believe i'd love you back
but he'd never fold an iris into my curls
and you should hold out for some other girl
somebody who isn't running to end up in the gutter.
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big argument chez moi, my sister stole teppei and drove off without her cell phone, we were afraid she'd gone to sean's house, life sucked, my parents almost got a divorce, blah blah blah. things were "reconciled."
i have no idea what yours is about though, and i don't really expect to, haha.
i never asked you what this was about. i just stalked it repeatedly, hoping for a magical explanation. then i realized i could just ask.
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