The Lark
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The Lark

POETRY

Two Ordinary People

At fourteen you and I kissed

Photo by Tron Le on Unsplash

Before my voice started breaking,
I, playing, ripped out weeds beside the playground
When you came by on your horse made of air.
Two ordinary people with no hatred or suspicion,
We carried on our lives in a small Ohio town.

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