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My Only Disguise Is My Adolescence

The taste of my chap-stick
This cheap adolescent disguise I wear
Guides me though all my realizations
You've downed my teenage ambition and all those frothy mistakes
And I, yours
The same ones you danced blindly alongside
Fumbling in our urgency
You savor the many varied tastes of my existence
I can feel my insides frantically stitching and nursing my silly pubescent cuts and bruises
I feel healed, and everything is warm

A pleasurable, quizzical look moves across your face
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