Summer Camp

February 26, 2018
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We locked eyes, she slyly smirked.
We cuddled, she exuded warmth.
We would “make it work,” she swore.
We both said camp ended “too soon.”
She was whisked home, and from my life.
I still insist, “her phone died.”

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