The Last of Summer

do you feel it? the drought that striketh thy heart when the nights aren't cold and the winds won't blow? can you see it? the shadows that lurk who dim the soul when eyes have changed and turn thy perspective into dust? can you hear it? that loud banging noise inside the waking sound in the morning that is your heartbeat? have you tasted life without flavor? like a rainbow whose shades are only of gray can't you smell the aroma of freshly picked flowers? soon to die soon to wither soon to fade a w a y - as you have picked me up from the ground so shall you leave me be

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