July, and Us
Popsicle-stained shirts
Romance soon to fade
Draw in the dirt, sip
iced tea in the shade.
Summer leaves its' mark.
Kiss me so slow
Under this sun
Promise it's not
Just fleeting fun
We hid here
In this blue
umbrella.
Autumn
kills this
time.
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