This is what we'll remember:
The glimmering
Of the few that were different,
Framed in my ill mind.
Told again, out of context-
A simple dream,
That means the world.
They'll shine like photos,
Exposed to too much light,
Captured through green eyes.
The shaping of true vibrations,
And dew on my skin.
BREAKING OUT,
Will crowd the insecurities,
And we'll smile because we stood-
Tall in our chuck taylor's.
Our beautiful shimmering bodies,
Enough to last the dulling of mind.
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