you throw me backwards
in time and somehow I am sixteen
again, waiting for my mother
to come home and making
out while we watch cartoons
and I am sitting scribbling
little words for you on little
paper planes, and throwing them
at the back of your head in class
and you punch my knee
under the desk
I feel stupid young
with you, all cloud animals
and daisy chains, and you
have eyes like I have never
seen, and I don't feel
like growing up anymore
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