On fire today

Smokes the bed, hot flame
On a hammock
Let the sweat drain
You, onto me

Blazing through the streets
We streak, leave laughter behind
As on the day we were born
Done with a deed
And gone dipping skinny

On a run, in sync
This day is sweat and bones
On a streak of skinny run

Days of monsoon
We’ve found the sun
Windows popping open
as we roll,
down that ocean street
No fuel’s needed
The ocean street is on fire, today

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