The sky was so much bluer than the day before. The wide open bloomed for a tumble and a fumble. The stairs of my complex looked down at the stares of my complex and my complexion melted from the humidity from above. The rain was flavored today of ash, cash and orange-cucumber blossom. The baby frogs jumped away and ice cream tasted better in the rain. Time to go with the love of flow as the splash of pool water filled our noses. We hid from our fathers and talked to our mothers about the countless questions of a 12 -year-old girl. They laughed and giggled all the way to the bank, store and even more. The lingering looks in the mirror turned into sleepy gazes and daily mazes. We walked a fine line all day only to find a little more to say. And when the day was done. And when the day was won. The sky turned bluer than the day before. The bees made honey. The salt was money. The sugar was as sweet as the air. We didn't care. We said "Goodnight", and yes "Sleep tight." The bed bugs stayed away all night.
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