999 Fahrenheit is over

Please wait a little more 
And let our souls unfold through your
Sunny streets where laughing
Kids jump without the traffic
Of a broken dream in static
And the clogged sinuses of the plastic
Lies that painted our masts
Or the sweet snaking gas
We gulped not caring how false
And out of tune it made us waltz.

Now I cannot stop my begging
For I know how dark’s the venue
Of the wedding of the seasons;
And we can’t know how much longer
We can hold your hand ‘till thunder
Finds its way into our veins
And carves hollow, what we left
On the pavement of the great
Summer days, the days that kept
Our smiles trapped inside a chest
We can’t unlockfrom the outside…

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