LaCroix

It was just like
That hot and sticky summer

As we sat by

That pool we didn’t own

Pouring the cheapest gin

We could get our hands on 

In iced lime LaCroix 

Pretending to be

Those listless somebodies 

We knew we weren’t 

Trying to find lovers 

Too good for us 

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