rewind to behind the driver's seat, dark outside, streetlight spotlight, he's performing, she's easily warming up, creeping dropout regulars know what's going
down
without even having to guess. there's no guesswork involved when you're 17 and dumb and dying to impress.
a simple equation. your variables and numerals lazily, half assedly hidden like the light that spills forth from the elbow of a moon. regulars know what's going
on
without having to express a single doubt or wonder. all the wonder's gone, along with your favorite sled.
yea, it's something you lost for which you grope around, in the dark, void of life and sound. but there's plenty of sweat to suffice, and hey, the regulars always
thought
it was enough to get by.
Author notes
option 4
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A good interpretation of loss of innocence
"yea, it's something you lost for which you grope around, in the dark, void of life and sound. but there's plenty of sweat to suffice"
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Wow. I'm guessing this is like having sex to fit in? It sounds like that anyways. Well I like it. It's interesting. Has a sense of honesty to it. I like that. Good luck, and thank you for entering!
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