December. It’s a warm night in McClean. Strange for winter,
We joke outside on a hammock in between two giant oaks.
We quickly pose for a flash with a smile and a kiss.
A kiss on the cheek from my best friend.
She had stolen my tie-dye bandana and wore it messily in her hair.
While we’re dangling on the hammock we tease the two boys,
Our clothes are so colorful it looks like a scene from back in the day.
We were sisters and friends who the next day got inked,
We were carefree. We were happy.
But what happened to you? Now that you blame everything wrong on me.
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