summer 83 & peaches

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the air was fresh, 
the sun was bright, 
the birds were singing, 
we were just fine. 

you just came from inside, 
i tried not to look, but i failed.
i burnt as you were staring, 
suddenly i forgot how to act. 

your american ways were odd.
you couldn't break the egg as we all, 
yet you weren't embarrassed,
because you were oliver. 

until then i had noticed some things
you would say, such as
the way you knew yourself. 
later.