In these campfire nights of misguided post-adolescence,
we pretend to be demi-gods among mortals.
But you were just a girl and I was just a man
and we were just as lost as anyone else
I remember ich leibe dich
and tea sipped gingerly by the lilac trees.
The smell of chai tea and tobacco burning
intermixed with your perfume.
When I’d roll the scent on my
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