we're flooding the street
we're flooding the street
opening the doors and windows for the breeze
we're shouting
shouting so quietly we can barely hear each other
we're wielding our skulls like maces
swirling around the pink dawn and yellow grey sidewalks
we're deciding
just how far we're going to go
-- Robin Wyatt Dunn
excellent writing...
Cheers :)
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