Claustrophobic

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We watched the meteor shower
While laying on the hood of your car
Then went
Skinny dipping in the
Old gravel
Pit.
Bacardi
On my lips.
Stars reflecting
On the cool water.
A chill in the air
But we didn’t feel it.

We howled at life and raced each other

With every breath we took.

Jumping fences, we ran with no particular

Destination in mind.

Adrenaline laughter.

Nothing else mattered.

Crescendo.
Young and alive
We didn’t think to spend our nights confined by

Four walls
In a soft bed.

Our hearts claustrophobic.

Our spirits satiated.

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