my dear diary
she was smooth black leather
she had a lock and key
gold letters 1947 announced her intentions
her pages were thin / they had to be to fit 365 of them within her bindings
they had crisp blue lines and golden edges
she invited me to share my secrets
i was 14 years old and my secrets were i wanted a boy to ask me for a date and i wanted breasts / smile
now i can say i have everything i wanted when i was 14
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