We're covered in mud
that obscures our vision,
knees cuddling grass,
and apparently we fit on slides.
I bled,
I made a mess and took the blame.
I took the A-Train home
and kept calm.
I'm sure you found me
(I made a trail all the way back home)
and you showed me how to clean the apartment.
I never minded your lessons,
I always knew that you would follow me to bed after.
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