I've never heard music sound so much like a curling strand of smoke under street lights walking home by yourself. The weather has started to get hot again and once again we can't walk down the street without breaking a sweat. My hair curls widely at approaching storms, we listen to music through crackly speakers and the leather of my couch makes me sweaty as we get lazier and lazier. Night falls and it's hard to believe my heart aches still ache in this balmy air.
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