holes in the fence
and climbing at walls
no poison ivy
thank god
from the top of texas
we looked into space
and i decided
very much i like your face
a picnic in the parking lot
arms around the waist
the smell of something new
void parties lasting for days
finally breaking in
the southern place
cant help but thinking
and insolently knowing
that it will never be like this again
can't help but knowing
that christ never had it like this
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