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Summer
Summer At this point I can barely remember it It’s mostly random images that flash by like past lovers But at the time I could feel it fit After all it was my first summer. The running and jumping The noises and shouting The rumors were spreading And circling about me. The trucks passing by held the coldest delights The sound of it’s music carrying out in the night But what is this thing that escapes in the air? You won’t see it even if you’re standing right there Hiding my eyes afraid of showing my tell My heart was uplifted and truly overwhelmed The hottest of days Oh it wakes me still Daydreaming of nightmares Not getting my fill What is this image that’s not like the rest? This woman I see now in a shadowy black dress. She haunts my summer And raptures my soul Why is this aching Now feeling so cold? The visage is smeared with traces of powder All that is seen are empty faces around her The warmest of summers did not bring me joy Maybe it did though for the youngest of boys? I grew up much faster than anticipated As for the greatest of seasons I must remain waiting For a pocket of earth Could never compare To what the future can carry Whilst bringing you there.
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