made an awning in the backyard from my old bedsheets, the ones with the stars i found yesterday in the closet, lying in the grass in opposite directions with our heads together, tracing the sun in it's chariot as the shadows sketch themselves farther away from their center, debating the shades of blue and the shapes of clouds, castles and cliffs and tributaries, purple sprite in plastic cups, cymbal washes and crescendos like honest skylights, climbing and climbing and climbing, you take my hand, i take another drink, this is the life we should be living...
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