Do you remember when
we sat on the curb
and we had no reason to
dance through the unwelcome
territory. So
we played all the more in the
rain. Last night I knew that
no other life could
exist outside of what we
had decided to make
of our snickers and
bored musings and wasted gas.
But the weekend's ended
and winter comes to
write this is the end.
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