Bare, dusty feet, watermelon juices staining my clothes and dripping town my chin. Rusty swings so high I fly. Waiting for my mother to take away my fun. Playing in the sunset, my short shadow on the horizon. Catching lighting bugs and uttering sleepy words for into the night. Eating spaghetti's on the roof of the car. Camping on the back lawn, waiting for life to pass us by; not wanting to grow up. Picking up bugs who don't suspect us and only see the innocence of childhood. My eyeslashes fluttering. My mouth catching rainbow as they fall. Spinning around searching for fun.
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