all the streets had emptied, spilling forth like a parade, and you
were eighteen and i was eighteen. then, all of east lansing was
littered with collegiate speak and irony that slurred new beginnings
with tired speech. now, it serves as a constant reminder of how youth
is wasted on youth.
were eighteen and i was eighteen. then, all of east lansing was
littered with collegiate speak and irony that slurred new beginnings
with tired speech. now, it serves as a constant reminder of how youth
is wasted on youth.