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  • city summer

    by newmoney on February 26, 2008
    i sip pineapple juice from the carton and let it slip down my lips as i run down the streets in ninety degree heat i run past towers flowers and blistering sun in the rain and in the sleet and i created gold from the bottom of my feet we jump off docks and ride in boats money flies from our pocket strings our mouths taste of cherry lipstick and mint ice cream for a day we feel like gods and create teror in the town street lights flicker and sun melts into the water we're covered in bruises and tinsel "and in that moment we felt infinite"
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