#-sarne

Like dirty converse sneakers size five and a half in boys chilling on the end of the sidewalk ironically as I walk towards them I feel a flush or a blush, rush my cheeks and lips as they make a wry crinkle across my face the simplest things create the most  joy in our daily lives I must atest best when spontaneous and cleverly unexpected mmm mmm mmm so good, so good my heart runs out of breath  everytime from over excitement Warming up my feet with dance exhilerated my blood flow, leaving my pores in a gaping aw the drool streaming down, cooling my body Strumming my chords till a sultry tone vibrated my drums and relaxed my un-nerving tensions with not a melodic symphony, but harmonic wonders of perfect  fourths and fifths and minor and dimished thirds Carving poetic words into the ridges of our minds under starlit skies every other night ending in the warmth of our mending figures and endless  conversation of our idealistic thoughts of the day Random travles to secret castels and shell infested sands of the shore with mother sun laying down and father moon rising for a kiss Loving love and not worrying about  the practicality of its invisible hold on our soul I walk down the rest of the sidewalk  with my broken in converse perfectly dirty and vintaged with  an authentic touch  strolling in the shoes of an old awaiting the moment to revitalize the gravel once always under where the day peaks just right, over the horizon of the south shore with waves racing  up, crashing down losing the trail of shadows left behind in the uneven footsteps of the dark.

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