Friday, July 16

kind of night

i need a "cold beer, hot night" kind of night. with the smell of grass and fresh air instead of pissed-on sidewalks and car fumes. with the sound of crickets and owls and my best friends' laughs to replace fast horns and drunken heels and bar brawls. i need a half-broken chair on a big wooden porch, and maybe some fireflies to light my way to bed.

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