i. senior year baby
my friend and i walk out the school
without a second thought
keys in hand
drink in bag
determined to get lit in the parking lot
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
