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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required High top sneakers laced tight. Purple, pink and white. LA Gears, lighting up the night. Downtown, Walking around a neon block, Decompressing, convalescing, The rhythm of the beat, The echoing of our feet. Entrainment healing our shock. In the adult world, Billboards advertise love like ours On sale In bottles, On mannequins Standing silently, sentry at the gates of bliss. Only 4.99$ if you act now. Don’t miss. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. Colliding in the middle of a maelstrom, Pushed together by the solar winds of change. The onlookers have elongated faces, Painted in shades of despair. Casting shadows in alcoves Along Third Avenue, At the corner of Toke Street. They recoil in the aftermath of our bedroom blast, Passing judgements, Playing hot potato with the truth As they shop for items to fill voids Left by the absence of joy. I dress in armor. My pink windbreaker, Gemini Mission Patches From summer space camp— A retro fit. Nineties girl daydreams, Astronaut schemes, Floating away from the mean kids And their arcade game romance. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. Dead pixels, burned in images, Replaced by blood and touch. Lanyards with ID badges Hang from our necks, Glowing noose, its grasp loosened By nostalgic tunes, Teenage hues of hopes held high. Wings unfurl in blackened sky, Eagle rising once more. Sunlight pools in your iris. Ray Bans egress from a denim CK pocket, Aviator frames, hair slicked with Lock it gel. Lift off! Subtle tributes to the dare Of loving me. Felix Baumgartner Ditching the safety of a ship For the free fall Back to earth’s embrace. My old mistakes And patterns burn up in the atmosphere. Your friction reframes me. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. The old arcade— Now it harbors money schemes, Illicit momentary dreams. They kept the name, But the age range changed. The youth replaced with dirt cheap indifference, Stripped down to the bare necessities Of lust and dominion. Passing down streets with names like trees And people named Frontenac— A history lesson in every step. We did not build it. Starship of wild hope, Hovering over cities flooded by sin, Holding onto rafts of innocence. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. In LA Lights Flying past dead stars, Blue suns and cold systems. Pattering, Illuminating with Memory and song. Keep calm. Carry on. I only want my MTV To see your face in video— Chromatic angel, Ring of fire around your head, Burning thoughts ignite your bed. The boy is mine, Dancing in the dark, Sparks cascading from our feet, Lighting up those Manic Streets.
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