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There was this boy, checkered Vans and we played charades in the back of the bus sixteen we sometimes we would always miss it and we would walk into the ring and he would eat his vanilla ice-cream and our eyes would meet in full contact but I would fight in southpaw; our moves were mirrored but we never managed never dared to really hit. His sticky chocolate eyes melted onto my black leather gloves and our words took our hearts into a headlock, silently skimming the sides of every post of his sweet Cupid’s bow with bare knuckles, untied shoes. One day he just wasn't at the bus stop I waited and waited he called and said "I took bus fourteen" but I loved him too much and he didn't love me enough to sucker punch.
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