Twelve Years Old

I learned to water ski out here 
At twelve years old, disturbing the peace; 
Bashing my face into the creek 
And climbing back up to do it again -- 

I turned bright red in the humorless sun 
And nightly regretted it under the spray 
Of the showers I took at twelve years old, 
That somehow washed 

My youth away

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