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Twelve
by Charlie Morgan
Twelve
Our eyes met.
Hell, she must have been twelve,
but her eyes were twenty-five,
at least.
She must have seen the boy I was hiding inside of me.
I didnt let him out to play with her.
She wanted to play a twenty-five year-olds game.
I wouldnt let him out to play;
he was bigger than she was
and would have hurt her.
He was twelve forty-two years ago.
04/25/2003 Posted on 04/25/2003
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