Being but yourself,
You strolled into the pub,
Where I had been waiting to share
Your amber glow.
We were tight
Like Scott and Zelda.
The crowds in uproar,
As we performed a turbulent tango.
Your head on my lap,
We promised to rise early,
And race through the hallways
Of the neighboring school
Informing:
Out of debauchery, as the way is,
And the lull that we ignore,
To a reckless few, would come bliss.
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