from that summer when we were fifteen
that hot day behind the beach house
her bare shoulders, back, arms and legs –
when I suddenly realized she’s a woman
and it startled me. It startled me.
from that summer when we were fifteen
that hot day behind the beach house
her bare shoulders, back, arms and legs –
when I suddenly realized she’s a woman
and it startled me. It startled me.
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