cherry blossoms

On a night like this when cherries blossom
And the sounds of electric funk pierce the air
With chicken sausages from Sprouts filling your belly
And the purp weed smoke in your hair
The sound of an indie band connects
Two people from a place
Where time and space don’t matter and
The end is just a face
Spin the globe and where it lands
We’ll pack our bags and go
The lyrics fade away when I walk outside your door
Sure to make it home buzzed from beer and wine
Thinking to myself damn what a good time
And when my Tom’s arrive
I’ll probably send a picture
And paint a cherry blossom on the heel with a scripture
I think I’m a BIPSTER


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