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18.

I feel like a kid again when I am with you.
17 and shy.
18 and chasing
down the barrel of your loaded gun.

I wanted everything. I needed to feel it all.
Pleasure, pain.
A small scratch, a great ache.
As long as it belonged to you and me.

m.e. peters

 

 

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