We wanted to dance.
We wanted to scream at the sky and plant flowers.
We wanted to fold up the ground and sleep on the dirt.
We wanted to fix everything bad and we wanted to eat ice cream in the cold.
We wanted to swim in freezing water then warm up next to a fire.
We wanted to think that we had a chance at doing anything or everything.
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Roses and Cigarettes
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