Summer of 2019 
belongs to me... 
years away yet 
somewhere in-between.
Friends with scooters 
and spilt milkshakes...  
tobacco shops and 
drunken mistakes. 

Uber drives in 
new scented cars...  
with unlikely dives 
at classy gay bars. 

Cigarette butts and 
cold wind nights...  
hotel keys and 
blurred city lights. 

Crooked smiles and 
shitty leftovers... 

With a pancake house 
that fixed the hangovers.

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