I think I have found
my escape in a young boy
whose face I will never forget.
his brown hair ruined by sleep and sex
He smelled of roses
and cigarette smoke. His
green eyes resembled olives
that swam around in my mother's
martini glass. His lips curled into a
smile as he seemed perplexed
by cars passing him by.
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vixens; victims; vicodins [editing]
Teen Fictionnixon and monroe are two fluorescent adolescents who participate in activities that ruin their lives under a hot boston sun.