strawberries and uncertainty
sunday nights in the city are rough
the man that i kiss as if it's my life's work is gone and my friend says he needs a scarf
there are no fireworks but least we're seeing the last days of winter
yet, against all odds, at home it still smells of strawberries and uncertainty and the city is in shambles and there's no relief in sight
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