Bacardi Silver and Cloves
Sprite bottles and Love
Or
The Innocence of First Love
Abandoned Houses
Construction Sites
Cemeteries
Driving with poetry-
Windows down-
To loose
What horrid
We had within.
Outside in parking lots,
Music halls, and a field
The sweet taste
drunk
from a bottle of Sprite
As the simple laughter
Echoed through
The air
And the scent of love
Wafting
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