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evrydreamers,

… He had just turned eighteen
He was handsome as a child
Strong as a man
Of course it was summer
And I counted seeing it
my autumn nights
I put my hair in order
A little more black on my eyes
It made him laugh
When he approached me
I would have given anything
To seduce him
… He had just turned eighteen
It was the most beautiful argument of his victory
He didn't speak to me of love
He thought the words of love
Are derisory
He told me "I want you"
He had seen at the cinema
"The Wheat in Grass"
In the hollow of an improvised bed
I discovered, amazed
A beautiful sky
… He had just turned eighteen
It made him almost insolent with certainty
And while he was getting dressed
Already defeated, I found my loneliness
I wanted to hold it
Yet I let him go
Without making a move
He told me "it wasn't so bad"
With the infernal candor of her youth
I put my hair in order
A little more black on my eyes
By habit
I just forgot
That I was twice eighteen

--
ptilou