My Fifteenth Year
1 min readJun 23, 2021
I remember the schools
of dead carp on the riverbank,
the bonfires, the first booze
and the first smoke
rolling through me like buffalo.
I remember the novelty
of let-downs, the tilt
of my reflection,
I remember the schools
of dead carp on the riverbank,
the bonfires, the first booze
and the first smoke
rolling through me like buffalo.
I remember the novelty
of let-downs, the tilt
of my reflection,
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