time clashes it’s whip against the fantasy of this world
for mourning is to come, as anticipated
but I look into your eyes and I see the ocean and it’s gems
endless and shimmering with affection and acceptance
I press my sneakers between the railings and screech
embers fling from my mouth for I have found new love
a new beginning for me to take on,
A sweet sweet burn of the sun,
And old summer wind,
all I ever was to you,
only a summer fling.
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