the way you'd treat me like a child hurt,
but perhaps that's what i was,
that's the way you looked at me.
a wink hurt more than silence,
you could have just ignored me.
i thought it was actually rude.
however, it was you,
and all you do is charming,
so i couldn't complain.
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summer 83 & peaches
Fanficif elio perlman had written poems about the summer of 83...
