scrapin' knees and growin' breasts.
their singing makes me want to shake my arse around and dance in pure bliss. the haze outside cleared up as the air seperates with people movement. the only light comes from the solitary desk lamp, radiating auburn onto a small circle of the floor.
abandoned playground swings shiver without hands grasping their long chain vines. and no one is outside because of the afterschool special on television. we are simple minded.
and we are brilliant.
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