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but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan yoke running suntans like we're not burnt plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks learnt that those sparks don't set us alight snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies and growth was just memories we'd left behind cities were left unsigned and roosters hum spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays sums done sideways with scrambled minds haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy but crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk buses see less than walks, distance is a job toolbox couldn't fix this throb. so maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice it might not have fireworked so quick but i'm glad we rolled that dice getting summered was a cement to those heat-blown bricks.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Summered
but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan yoke running suntans like we're not burnt plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks learnt that those sparks don't set us alight snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies and growth was just memories we'd left behind cities were left unsigned and roosters hum spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays sums done sideways with scrambled minds haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy but crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk buses see less than walks, distance is a job toolbox couldn't fix this throb. so maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice it might not have fireworked so quick but i'm glad we rolled that dice getting summered was a cement to those heat-blown bricks.
#summer#crazy#flipflops#makeup#burnout#eggs
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20/F/london
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
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