I wanted to pinch myself,
to see if the boy in front
of me was a dream my brain
was allowing me to see. A mirage
my eyes had set its sights
on in the sweltering heat.
All I knew was that I wanted him,
and wanted to help him.
It was genetic, after all.
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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.