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maegan finley micheal turns 14?

i remember thinking "im not such a goody-goody," and "if i can play this, anyone can,"

sitting cross-legged on the dark pavement circling my peers. and i was wearing a black cape and black pants and a plastic witches hat. too tall with hair pulled back and circle glasses on my uncertain cheekbones.

and you were the house help, in cross hatch stockings with starched white apron clinging to your soft budding curves.

well i dont know you anymore, but i am still like this. little black pants witch fading into the dark pavement. goofy in my little kid costume and almost big kid body

and when he kissed me i wasnt ready, but i bet you were.

who kisses witches? they'll take the fair maid.

1:35 p.m. - 2006-03-17

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