Fond Memory Read Count : 7

Category : Poems

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She was a wild one and I was the shy guy. She wanted me, but I don't know why. 

In a moment of teenage bliss, she grabbed my shirt and gave me a kiss. 

Shocked and awed, I couldn't help but to smile. It was a cute romance for a little while.  

To this day, that's my fondest memory, of what her and I would never be.  

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  • Nice.

    Aug 26, 2019

  • Aug 26, 2019

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