.we´d ride our bikes down the street with cards in our spokes bikes sound like airplanes. i´d close my eyes and pretend i´d fly... and whisper to myself i´m glad you are my brother. we´d bend like leaves in the summer wind torn from apple trees with carved-in confessions. we breathe bold and sip.
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