Magic City Wholesale

Crowd stale, wholesale

We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet

Wind shifts, I drift

To autumn, I tell Dom what I see

She laughs at me

Blast beat, we retreat

And it's a lonely street, the burden of circumvention

But fractions like us

Fill cities and flats and cul de sacs

So we yell over it and have a laugh

And it's a laughable scenario

Peripheral motion picture show

And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside

But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice

Tonight's a blur

We meet

You scare me

See, I have met people from Maine and Athens

Georgia and Montreal

And I'm dead, lips red

Licking sugar, I smile at everyone

Formulated fun

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