i was slicing up an avocado
when you came up behind me
with your silent brand new sneakers
your reflection i did not see
it was the hottest day in august
and we were heading for the sea
for a second my mind started drifting...
...you put your arms around me
listening to Jens Lekman, feeling nostalgic as we pack... we will miss you Brooklyn...
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