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.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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