My mom found my condoms
I’m eight hundred miles away
and my family is painting over the red
walls of teenage bedroom/boudoir,
boxing up
the contents of my flower-knobbed…
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My mom found my condoms
I’m eight hundred miles away
and my family is painting over the red
walls of teenage bedroom/boudoir,
boxing up
the contents of my flower-knobbed…
Read more