Pretty Little Hometown Girl
She's a homegrown, homesick, hometown girl. The one I wanted to become.
Pretty and slim and sought after the teens I read about in slivers of streetlamp on long roadtrip nights. She's not the sharpest spoon in the microwave, but she's the lovliest flower of the bunch, and honey this youth is survival of the prettiest. Chin up. Grin up. Good luck.
Copyright © Lucy Silverman | Year Posted 2020
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