Riding bikes back from the train, we got caught out in the rain but that was alright, the water conveyed a sentiment. I can't say why, I've never felt more content standing here soaking wet, fluorescent lit city cement. How hard to retain a specific set of images left in your head. Fire works, cheap beer, a roof top in Tompkins square. All these nights just blur together or are wasted away, funny how that night I couldn't even see. I was a second in your eyes. At least I tried.
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