(sitting four years, five months inside the head)
Oh dear,
Do you still have that much life within you? Do you dominate like you were supposed to? Remember when you took me up to your apartment and cooked me a baked potato with broccoli and cheese? You took me on your roof that day and we ate strawberries, overlooking trees on a tin roof, warm for each other, and I was idiot nervous beyond comprehension. I wanted to touch you, but you didn’t want that. I thanked you for a lovely afternoon. I never said what I was supposed to; never told the whole world what I thought, that you made my summer. You gave me so many lessons; was I able to return one-tenth as much?
Oh dear, you are the one I cannot tame.
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