Old Movies / Rainy Days
Cicadas and Thunder

I feel like a raisin.
You look like a grape.
Last night was fucked.
It was good to see you laugh.
Want a drag?
This rooftop has good air.
I wonder what all those people down there did.
Nothing as fun as us.
Ate a home-cooked meal or watched TV. Something nice.
Something normal.
I dropped my phone in the toilet again at The Brooklyn.
Somehow it still turns on.
It's so dark out.
I see an old movie.
Is this played out?
I only watch classics.
Can you light me up?
Did you burn out?
I feel it.
Take your sunglasses off.
Give me yours.
Your lenses are nearly black.
Your world is in sepia.
Everything is limestone and overcast.
You look like James Dean.
You look like rain.
I hear cicadas.
I hear thunder.
This heat smells like Vegas.
Your sunglasses smell like cigarettes.
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