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And what a time it was,
Cells coded in sand
Imbibed with lekker levity
So that to stand on the cliffs
Was to hover above the world
It began as not-mine
But I definitely made it my own,
The peeps in Greenpoint
Or Clifton 2 or 3, whichever
Was more secluded that day
The ocean cleansed us all,
A thankless job that it does
For us wretched souls trying
To figure out how to manage
As humans, untidy lambs of love
It’s the laughter that I remember
And the laughter I miss the most —
Long walks upon hilly streets
Or Lion’s head, where I proposed
An entire lifetime ago, ages
And what a time it was,
Proposing to live it all up
Until there was nothing left.
