poem: my fake ID

my fake ID

Nothing was more fun

than loving you,

running around town,

raising hell everywhere we could.

I’ll always remember the night

we tried to go bowling

but my fake ID

got taken away,

or the night we went

rock climbing and I beat you

and you grabbed me by the waist

and asked if we were going to do it

and we did.

Nothing was more fun

than loving you,

running around town,

raising hell everywhere we could.

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