March 18, 2009
By Michelle Surka GOLD, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
Michelle Surka GOLD, Hopkinton, Massachusetts
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Eleven o'clock and I'm where I should not be
Eleven o'clock and the dark forest lures me
Steal beg borrow
Anything to be here
Crash on couches
In clothes still crusty
From foreign closets
Share kisses in cars
And kisses on hands
Killing time killing time till
Midnight! Yells the bell
Midnight! Go to hell
Because you mean nothing to me, midnight
I'll cruise through my teenage fright
Of police cars, curfews, what is right
And I'll see the dawn with you
We'll crush the morning dew
Eleven o'clock, it was caution that I threw
Eleven o'clock, I'm loving the view.

The author's comments:
These kinds of nights are my favorite part of being young.

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