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Boketto

83, the summer was long and hot,    
there was a Nehi shine    
and the smell of that soda pop lip-gloss    
   
From the window where I’d sit    
the lawn always needed mowed,    
the floors always needed swept,    
   
Supper was never ready;    
Mom was still at work, forever    
my brother just sat and read,    
my friends talked, fucking Nada,      
   
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired    
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;    
it was from Avon — with the taste of it    
glossed on those soda pop lips.
Written by Pishashee
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