Shopping through streets in Melville, I found my
Vintage-boy
With that 80’s funk
Skater turned beautiful punk.
Music and drugs.
Sex
Passionate hugs.
Shattered vintage antique.
Unique.
A soul, soul deep.
Life of a celebrity.
Traces of white flour led me to my
Vintage-boy
A rockstar.
Retro.
Cool.
I don’t know what to do.
I miss my
Vintage-boy.
He’s lost and
He might be losing me too.
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