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the sweat descends

sweet decadence

miss teen wordpower
27 February 1989
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and we decided it would be so.
the city was forgotten, the faces that passed us on the streets were gray and cold as asphalt. we couldn't see ourselves weighed down by those stiff suits. we danced in the warehouses at night and counted the stars we could still see. we kissed under streetlights and sang in the darkness. we took photographs in black and white and color and as we watched the chemicals work in the tiny room knew we were like the weeds that crack the sidewalks they walk upon.