Sarcastically faint in my descriptions and everyone is confused
The soul one because I know when to travel in style so I think
Momentarily tainted by boos, dress shoes, and power windows
The pool on the roof is a hot tub I turn my back on terminology
I'm floating on taking pictures of the naked streets they are mine
I dreaming making mixtures of the liquid beats I will everything
After is the never always happy our futurever go lucky hot spot
(reflecting on the night)
Have ever I been so necessarily wrought thought I with my high
Photo by Chris Sullivan. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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