Serotonin Sunday

Singing with The Smashing Pumpkins

     at sunset.

Slumberous teenagers sinning

     on swing sets.

Soul mates trapped in

     sundripped snapshots.

Sipping a strawberry shake-

     two straws.

Sporting weathered sweaters of

     someone unknown.

Whispering sweet nothings on a 

     Serotonin Sunday.

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