Streetlights spark to life as we pass by, caught in panes of warehouse windows and reflected in your eyes. Lying on your lawn on our sides. We'll stay outside. All our friends are still alright and all around. The grass and dust and summer dusk is just settling down. There's nowhere that we would rather be. As the day wanes , our shadows stretch below. It's perfect where we are, as the sun hangs low. When night falls, there's an electricity in the air on your bare arms that sings of what could be. The city glimmers underneath the fading light. What joy to be a witness, to be alive and with this night. We breathe in the ghosts of loves, waiting above to be once again dreamt of.
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"hi suzie. this is avi. i need to tell you something."
that phone call almost made me pee my pants. i love you guys:-*
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