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The flames lick the wood, yet it does not catch fire A drop of water occasionally falls from the leaves above, still wet from yesterday's rain. Headphones cover the ears of a girl who is tired of listening The hammock slowly rocks back and forth, it's motion so slight one hardly notices The music blares on as her anger slowly diminishes while tears fall Smoke floats by on a zephyr. The embers gradually cool and the pulsing glow disappears into black ash
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
First day of summer
The flames lick the wood, yet it does not catch fire A drop of water occasionally falls from the leaves above, still wet from yesterday's rain. Headphones cover the ears of a girl who is tired of listening The hammock slowly rocks back and forth, it's motion so slight one hardly notices The music blares on as her anger slowly diminishes while tears fall Smoke floats by on a zephyr. The embers gradually cool and the pulsing glow disappears into black ash
zephyr
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
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