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A short little hipster love poem.
She was just this Hipster girl. That no one understood. She kept to herself, and always put on her hood. I waved and smiled to her everyday we crossed paths. She had on a Lana Del Rey T-shirt one day. I couldn’t help but to stare at as she was standing at the teachers desk.
“They only had one in the men’s section in Rue 21. It was only $3.” She whispered to me.
“What do you know about Lana Del Rey?” I whispered back. Not making eye contact.
“I know everything from Video Games to Tropico and all the way to ULTRAVIOLENCE.” she said.
“Cold Cash Device?” I quizzed.
“Cashmere Cologne?” She added.
“And white sunshine.” I concluded.
And from there it was like music was the key to our friendship. Nothing more between us.
We were perfect for each other. She fits me better than my favorite sweater. We wear the same size everything, we’re the same height and everything. We secretly share jeans and shoes. Nothing to small & nothing too big. Nothing but Vans, Toms and Converse which what we love… and we were young and pretty.
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