Poison Oak. Some boyhood, bravery.
When a telephone, was a tin-can, on a string.
And I fell asleep, with you still talking to me.
You said you were afraid to die...
In, polaroids, you were dressed in, womens clothes.
Were you, made ashamed, why'd you lock them, in a drawer?
Well I don't think, that I, ever loved you more,
than when you turned away,
when
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