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How cool I was with undercut pretending then Mohawk playing rugby pretending brunching with fab hipsters pretending enjoying arcane debates about particle physics pretending and social justice pretending loving tall beautiful black boy pretending and playing Tetris til dawn or napping on the couch pretending in fashionable Old City coworking space pretending cuddled alone as rain struck clear panes windowed walls facade pretending that was my life once, author in a zine pretending, cheese day denizen pretending amid all that a sprawling vacuum of identity pretending and isolation pretending despite lunching with a priest I met pretending online or long, meandering walks to the park pretending with Mr. Wiggles and biking up Passyunk pretending through the market that smelled of live chickens and grease bemoaning my loneliness pretending at row-house holiday parties hosted by midlife fairies & queers pretending with dreams with drugs pretending alcohol *** and roof deck skyline views pretending pop up gardens live music filling midsummer streets pretending same streets filled with seasonal dirt artisanal water pretending bottle cap eyes cigarette **** nose garbage mouth snowman melting away pretending going the way of brotherly love. How cool I was inhabiting my urban life pretending I was there.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
Pretending
How cool I was with undercut pretending then Mohawk playing rugby pretending brunching with fab hipsters pretending enjoying arcane debates about particle physics pretending and social justice pretending loving tall beautiful black boy pretending and playing Tetris til dawn or napping on the couch pretending in fashionable Old City coworking space pretending cuddled alone as rain struck clear panes windowed walls facade pretending that was my life once, author in a zine pretending, cheese day denizen pretending amid all that a sprawling vacuum of identity pretending and isolation pretending despite lunching with a priest I met pretending online or long, meandering walks to the park pretending with Mr. Wiggles and biking up Passyunk pretending through the market that smelled of live chickens and grease bemoaning my loneliness pretending at row-house holiday parties hosted by midlife fairies & queers pretending with dreams with drugs pretending alcohol *** and roof deck skyline views pretending pop up gardens live music filling midsummer streets pretending same streets filled with seasonal dirt artisanal water pretending bottle cap eyes cigarette **** nose garbage mouth snowman melting away pretending going the way of brotherly love. How cool I was inhabiting my urban life pretending I was there.
rj-days
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:16 AM UTC
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