calling: reckless youth

liquor in our eyes,
hands ready to grasp
the night and whatever
flesh is in their path

those days of recklessness
so romantic there
in our memory banks

so strange to
live those long gone nights
again and again

no Peter Pans here
just us
not so young
pretending to remember.

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