seems its been so long since we drank to the sunset until it was dawn..
musty rafters whispering of your sunkissed youth drop flecks of underwear lint onto our pretty little heads. and we are 21 again, arm in arm shouting to the stars, our tongues alkaline in the summer air. we are holding each other, unabashedly awkward on your freshly laundered quilt
wracked with hangover reading "jackie o!" aloud and cursing our inevitable impending shift..
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