Virginity

She cried,
I didn’t bother to ask why.
I drowned my guilt in Colt 45 Malt Liquor.
She, she was in love.

We pretended,
well at least I did,
that it meant something more.

I couldn’t wait to go,
and shoot some hoops.

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