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a park bench a gazebo in the middle of a circle of a keyhole like a teapot centrefold three dance inside of it- bright hair and nowhere else to go passing around a single thin cigarette my ankles have goosebumps a streetlamp that creates the illusion that the night isn't setting in and yet beyond the gazebo the sky looks like it would smell like lavender and "seaside" the buildings and buses all let of orange yellow glows i'm getting too cold the wind really gets up under my coat this time
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
gazebo
a park bench a gazebo in the middle of a circle of a keyhole like a teapot centrefold three dance inside of it- bright hair and nowhere else to go passing around a single thin cigarette my ankles have goosebumps a streetlamp that creates the illusion that the night isn't setting in and yet beyond the gazebo the sky looks like it would smell like lavender and "seaside" the buildings and buses all let of orange yellow glows i'm getting too cold the wind really gets up under my coat this time
mary-correia
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
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