Damn, did we chatterbox adorable.
All feeling fourteen and bulletproof.
I thought it would paint me shades of mope,
looking back on our giddy,
but it really just cemented extra heart
onto this unpaved highway.
Not the hope that we would once again
find solace in each others' sigh and steady,
but the kind of serial optimism that tells me
possibility
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