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revisited

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Walked through here before, those movie churchbells that are supposed to ring off on good memories, the sound of hummingbirds or planes, traffic without smog, been here before, but the bushes had more life, the concrete was more slick, new looked like gray water, leveled off pretty asses when I watched girls sit down
I didn’t get that feeling, those churchbells, that traffic without the smog, the hummingbirds, the ornately drawn Chinese fan spread open like legs airing me down, just a lil poke in the ribs, a wanting to laugh knowing how much this place once meant to me, and now its just a pit stop, somewhere to tie a shoe