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The Smell Of Salty Air, The Smell Of Home

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Ocean Beach, walking down to Ghirardelli for ice cream, running around naked and swimming in Aquatic Park. Cutting school to surf under the Golden Gate Bridge, Troy got bit by a baby shark, but we kept on swimming in the turbulent waters of SF Bay.

Rapping with the homeboys in the parking lot and driving to the sea. The smell of salty air permeated our senses, whilst excitement filled our innocent minds with adventure. Smoking whatever we could get our hands on, wearing Vans and a towel from Hawaii.

Drying wet suits hanging over our cars as we blasted Black.

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We sang
the lyrics together
during a bonfire of
co-mmu-ni-ty.

Hey, oh
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Oh and all I taught her was everything
Oh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds

Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black

Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be
Yeah
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine

Drinking beer and sitting on a Mexican blanket kissing our favorite at the time. We loved openly and freely. Feeling the salty air on our youthful skin.

This is where my five minute timer went off...

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