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.
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summer 83 & peaches
Fanfictionif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...