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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