Summers spent with sticky fingers
And cotton candy kisses
The Luna Park was our campground
Of our young love
Dancing to terrible music on repeat
Drinking rum and coke
You were the patron saint of vice
Blowing smoke rings and
Your hand in my hair
Whenever I’d suck your cock
Trying to be edgy
Wearing a torn I Love LA top
My lipstick smeared like Harley Quinn
Flying in the night on your motorcycle
The wind in my hair
Stars flowing from our wrists
Instead of blood
We were magical
We were invincible
We were one.
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