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Summer Loves

It's not so strange to think
after three warm months,
it no longer matters.
After countless late nights, petty fights,
Summer days
Drifting together through dried out haze
Summer gave way to chilly breeze
My eyes glance over you with ease
Schooltime starts and our days are gone,
People change and we move on.




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