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Author: dancers  PM
It's only a city. The snow is only ash. But you'll grow up and stay there. Forever seventeen.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 61 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2399520
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Seventeen,
Crouched down
(with
elegant tobacco)
Ash is floating slowly
To hit
the tarmac
Hit the ground
I feel so clean
Why don't I look it?
(Look at me.)
She's crazy.
Yeah
She's ugly-beautiful.
but,
Sweetie,
Should it matter
What style of music pulls
us closer?
I love
you darling.
Just because
These
Meaningless kisses
mean everything.
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