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Tuesday, September 15, 2009


Ant and mosquito bites
Dewy hill-sides
Planes and fireflies
Clear starry nights
Finalistic kiss-goodbyes

Summer, you are a series of words
that I could have done without.
Maybe it is better to have lost,
but it’s such a painful thing
to be taught.

gaah, It's like I'm suddenly being ambushed by all these words that are like, "Pick me, pick me!" and all I can do is this humorous sort of, "Whoa, nelly!" and be drowned.

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