it was the middle of a wet nothing morning, when i was hit in the stomach with the memory of an american summer. the smell of new york city and that forever moving heat pushing past us, palms out against yellow cabs and the faceless. i was so young and so wide open to everything. i can’t remember everything we said, but i remember her blonde hair mixing with mine on borrowed pillow cases. i can’t remember anything but the colour of our fingernails against the colour of the sky. 

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY