Sticky Memories

by {Miss} [A][L][L][I][S][O][N]   Jun 25, 2007


Let your eyes open
And sit up, slowly
To chase the gentle music of the ice cream truck
That lingers atop the static air.

He pockets the money
In our tired daze
Hands connected
Bare feet skip across sandy streets

Already melting
Sweet sticky memories
Let's chase the music
That lets us be
Five Again.

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