you see on a warm
spring night,
the young boys
and girls
out, dressed
formally in gowns
and ill fitting
suits that will
never be worn again.
the girls are
women. the boys
still boys.
needing each other.
still afraid
of the unknown
world that women
already seem
to understand.
they are so far
behind, and you know,
will never catch up.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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