Your first car,
Windows down,
The smooth breeze bites at bare shoulders.
We have no destination.
No boundaries
The airy, fragrant freedom
Is as clear as summer stars.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
El Camino Carpet Ride
Your first car,
Windows down,
The smooth breeze bites at bare shoulders.
We have no destination.
No boundaries
The airy, fragrant freedom
Is as clear as summer stars.
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