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you are off to great places, today is your day, your mountain is waiting, so get on your way the moon wanes and we celebrate with leftover chinese, the way we used to when our home was a faded blue couch that sank too much in the middle. i sway with the new summer and we all fall too hard in love with the cicadas and the coming thunderstorms and people who refuse to understand anything about us other than our pretenses. honeysuckle bushes line the streets and it smells like june and november mixed together, as the burning leaves sift through us, out towards the ocean. the cherries garnishing our drinks complement our summer pink cheeks and somehow, things are turning out alright. |
