I want my memories to remain the same heat

even it doesn't always feel good

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like the air of the night we rode across the city

there was a festival and the river was on fire

 

We were trying to get to another festival on the other side  

the one we thought was cooler​

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Me in a beige knitted skirt

that you insisted on making a dress into

it made me half-naked

but you borrowed me a belt so I looked more covered. 

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The air was hot 

almost hard to breathe in

like New York metro

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It was the same heat

but not the same

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Not when we danced in the basement and sweat 

out for some air and the air was hot

the heat got into your skin

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I am scared that years from now

I will be a boring office lady and you will be doing labor work

and we will follow the crowd

suffocated by heat. 

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