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Summer

May 21, 2019
By Anonymous

Eyes like empty swimming pools

full of beer cans at the end of the summer,


Pupils stone cold and black

smile lines harsh cracks in concrete


We sat side by side on the bus

looked out the same window

I saw the brown grass and imagined

the endless green that would come


You saw grey skies forever

Clouds were passersby and no matter

its vigor, the grass could never survive

the cold



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