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nineteen
so she washed her cut in the sink
and picked up and once more
along the way
down to the bay
where i did stay
i was nineteen
and so relieved to be
beating twenty
without her clothes she looked like
a leper in the snow
i left her in the snow
without her clothes
my movements were slow
she didn't even know
what she was
taking away
we didn't talk much
it must have shown
she must have known
the next day she never called me, again
the day after that
she gave me a call
she was all drunk
her words came slow
i didn't even know
what i had taken away
