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golden leaves

Ruffling leaves and sappy trees (andreabadgley.com)

Ruffling leaves and sappy trees
Tangled hair and dirty knees
There she was at fourteen

Brimming bushes and bare backs
Doing anything to cover their tracks

10 AM in mid-morning light
Maybe they will, maybe they might

Skin on skin
Lottery to win

In the shadow of the Hill
No sounds, no moves – despite all, she was still

Quickly it went
As easily he was spent

She wanted to scream
But in love they seemed
There she was at fourteen

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