Still air, the smell of summer rain,
asphalt and surfboards,
mushrooms and romance,
Who else even remembers that summer.
handcuffed by the hands of time
and broken down by sunsets.
we were immortal
on lower east side.
fast cars and money
lost places, we would hide.
in the end, but not this moment.
the were all lies.
Ignorance is bliss,
but they do not tell you why,
cause once its gone,
it's gone forever,
without telling why...
am I the only one
who will remember that summer??
©silentkngt
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