Today I'm dirty pink and dusted cocoa.
Feet bound in insensible vintage Armani I stroll down the street.
Down the shit-pebbled pavement, past cafes, keeping the sun on my shoulders.
If only everyday was like today - cloudless, breezy, happy.
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The days, seamlessly truncated by mechanisms of nature,
Have kept me muted.
I've waited, then stalled;
Laughed, then sneered.
I missed the delight of magnolias.
I miss the tastes of leisure summers - salt, beer, watermelon.
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The day draws near.
I fret, but I know it'll never be right.
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Craving the pampering luxury of Akira's meals.
Sake. Taco. Unagi Sushi. A few laughs.
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I should stop drinking on school nights.
Yesterday I had champagne at lunch, then a nice cab/sav. at dinner.
There's unexplainable pleasure in the first sips.
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