Only Seventeen

We were only seventeen,
Deciding that we’d play a bit with fire —
The car became a treasure house,
A gateway to adulthood, and desire —

We pushed our way past all the trees
That lined our streets with doubt;
For one was on the outside in,
The other, inside out —

We drove around the world, it seemed:
Or thought the world around us surely turned —
But we were only seventeen,
And learned enough of fire to

Get burned

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