all my friends and everyone around me are scared shitless. you see, summer's coming, summer's on our lips, and when we hear that word, we see our youth. kids on hot pavement breathing out white smoke, sticky skin bare and waiting, hands inching towards jean zippers. letting the days run and collide into each other because we don't got jobs, we don'
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and thank you for the nice words
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