summer after high
school, when we first met,
made out in your mustang,
to radiohead.
(TALKIN' CROTCH)
and on my eighteenth birthday-
kkkkk!
no! No! don't give up on me
dammit! Speak!
whAT THE FOOK HAPPENED ON YOUR
EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY?
BROKE MY THROAT.
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