03:54

If i came back

would we ride around New York city

smelling like pizza and neon flashlights in the dark

Oh how i dream of travel and the warmth of the rocks in the sun

a paintbrush swung across the room

and a broken typewriter because it made the wrong sound

let’s ride around New York

until our knuckles bleed and scar and perish

Let us

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