Hip Hope Dont worry Ill be there I realize now that lit restaurants and playgrounds just wont do The night sky was a gargantuan greenhouse for our intimate interactions Though they say dont throw stones in a glass house, we threw our hard headed selves in every direction For thousands of miles The shattered glass of the night sky fell down upon us like jagged falling stars The asphalt black was soothing The pitch black was moving. Emotions that strong push you forward. And you were standing there Lips pursed in the perfect accepting position And in that pristine blanket of black hole we kissed. GAZR!
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