Crush
Do I remember my first crush?
The smell of her armpits, that gentle push.
That lady next to me so wet with rain,
My first time, on a London tube train.
Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.
Crush
Do I remember my first crush?
The smell of her armpits, that gentle push.
That lady next to me so wet with rain,
My first time, on a London tube train.
Meadowhead Bard 
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