the day you turned 18- us
all night at Anna's
the rain on every window
a sanctuary
your mom gave you a
ukelele. we felt fine
drinking tea and art
the "last time"
we lit one candle
there's just one you, anways
i put it in nutella
none of us can bake
and when you smiled
he comlimented your teeth
even though i know
you can't get braces before you leave
it's just as importaint as
growing up-
Before Boston.
nice rhythm; sounds like good friends having a good time together.
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