The deaths and stuff that make us old enough."
Old enough to love a boy whose name
I still don't know. We traded voices,
Blurted accidents.
Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl.
In the Summer's burn,
The impending Fall.
I used to think, "I've never been through it, The deaths and stuff that make us old enough." Old enough to love a boy whose name I still don't know. We traded voices, Blurted accidents. Brutal Winter froze through Spring's slow crawl. In the Summer's burn, The impending Fall. Explain Request ×
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