Sometimes boys taste like mints and excitement and nervousness and sweat and sometimes they look like what hesitation feels like and sometimes their hands feel warm and right but sometimes their hands feel hot and heavy and wrong.
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What I Don't Say
RandomIn a series of poems, an unnamed narrator examines her best friend's addiction, her depression and sense of self, and what it is like to grow up when it seems like everyone she is surrounded by is falling apart. Containing elements of fiction and po...
