roadtrips to norfolk.
greenestreet too late at night
and too deep in to summer.
street festivals.
breakdowns.
trampolines.
scavenger hunts.
trashy reality shows.
judgmental glances.
wall collages.
interpretive dances.
days and days and days
of you and i
and sunshine;
you were my sunshine.
you'll always have a place in my heart, that holds true.
it's just now the place where things go to gather dust,
the final place to crack before you're infinitely broken;
where expectations go to die.
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