seems indicative of a summertime coming in texas as biking
down these streets you'll encounter wafting into your
nostrils. and spilled and stale beer that too mixed up
with mimosa trees and yuccas that were once poised to burst with
their very lives and all.
and all a head full of crying and some grass to lie in.
iced tea with lime slices on porches while branches threaten to
push through screens. and then do i feel (do i feel?)
most serene.
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