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the street lights call my name,
drunken with simple euphoria.
our intoxicated giggles are our fanfare to the town,
singing with a freedom lost since childhood.
short skirts and winter coats,
lips stained with cheap wine.

i walk you to your door,
you tell me to text you when im home safe.
girlhood faded into women,
a painful transition we didn't know was happening,
until it was over.

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