Hold TightHer eyes glisten in fascination. Studying those lights. Cool glitters against the auburn sky.Hold Tight
Take me to the sky.
"Hold tight." He says. She grips the chains.
Hold tight.
She nods.
"Okay."
His strong arms give one hefty push... And the force sweeps her up.
The wind starts to tickle.
And it makes her laugh.
She sees her pink shoes touch the tips of the lights.
And for a moment, the breath is gone.
... She flies.
But the rusted bars creak. And the swin
Pier, minimalism
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...but only on Wednesdays
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RIP Armboy
2006-2009
We Hardly knew ye
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4/4
Oh, not a time signature....
Thanks for looking!
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