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At fifteen I got my first kiss
at seventeen I was touched below my waist
at nineteen my virginity wandered someplace else then lost its way.

Twenty, I met and loved you
twenty I met you
nested a home between my ribcage for you.
At twenty you already took so much space in my head, I’m always seemingly drunk around you.

At twenty-one I ran too fast down a hill and ended up with a drinking problem, a relationship with a knife and suicidal cravings.

At twenty-one you kept steady; in patience, you poured your love in my mouth until I was saturated and could heal on my own but was happy to have you anchored next to me

At twenty-two leaves and fruits grew around my bones to keep me warm.
I thank your seeds for that

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Photo by Everton Vila on Unsplash
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