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The Summer of Hiding

August 19, 2009
By Anonymous

That summer, I got over her
She’s scared of the dark
And I’m scared of her light
The pot was full of angel hair
And my head was filled with the scent of strawberries
They were waiting for me to make them bleed,
As I made myself bleed for her
And if you’d have asked me what time it was,
Id tell you it was the summer of hiding
And if you’d have asked me for some kind of reason why
Id tell you
The summer is why I was hiding
Because some hearts bloom in wintertime
And spring is when they spring to life
The love is dead and gone by august
Instead of radiating it burst out
And shattered through us just like lightning
It said it’d last
But it ran out.



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