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.
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