Indian style, boxers and a tee shirt with a wet bathing suit underneath, I'm molded with a bed that's mine in the summer time. Just up until this year, the walls remained a dirty white. Since age three when i wore my hair down in a straight escapade, running with foreign boys i kissed in parking garages and storage closets. Many Spanish crushes, running playing "Boote Boote" and "Police y Cacos." Sprinting down squared tiled sidewalks, encircling our apartment building, finding the best hiding spots and always being the last to be found. At that age my skin knew how to tan. Innocence is a wonderful memory and i hope the beach will always be there like childhood in my mind. When i try, i can remember more than what I've forgot.
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