When I think about
Your cold blue eyes
I remember your old brown car
Weed
Acid
Wine
Whatever else we found
Laying beside the
Chattahoochee river
How easy it was to fall
For you
Like a rock from a cliff
How much I desired
Your respect
How sad you looked
Standing
Outside the barracks
How inevitable it all was
The way your hair
Smelled
After you washed it
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