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She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head.

Make a new cult everyday to suit your affairs.

Kissing girls in english at the back of the stairs. Youre a honey with a following of innocent boys. They never know it because you never show it. You always get your way.

Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? Because i met a boy who went through one of your sessions. 

In his blue velour and silk you liberated a boy i never rated.

The stars of track and field you are beautiful people.

Could i write a piece about you now that you’ve made it? about the hours spent, the emptiness in your training.

You only did it so that you could wear your terry underwear and feel the city air run past your body.

Could i write a requiem for you when youre dead?