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1/30/2016 we spoke in the darkened auditorium, waiting for a dance, waiting for stories told wordlessly I told her about that summer and how although I didn't like you I remembered it vividly, and how you woke up at unbearable hours and i did it for you, so I would wake up every 2 hours just to make sure I didn't sleep past my 7 am alarm I was home alone that summer most of the time, we laughed when my parents told us we didn't spend enough time together it was extraordinarily hot that summer i remember, it was like breathing into an oven, We drank a lot of rootbeer, sat on the porch with sandwiches, and you brought me blueberries and tried to make me laugh, And you usually suceeded- I hadn't yet succumbed to tearing my hair off and sitting in the white room like later and I swear I've aged so much in these two years but I got carried away and I told her I don't love you at all but rising those chlorophyll mornings I've never forgotten that, I know not why- maybe it was the light. maybe it was the heat, maybe it was my youth.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
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1/30/2016 we spoke in the darkened auditorium, waiting for a dance, waiting for stories told wordlessly I told her about that summer and how although I didn't like you I remembered it vividly, and how you woke up at unbearable hours and i did it for you, so I would wake up every 2 hours just to make sure I didn't sleep past my 7 am alarm I was home alone that summer most of the time, we laughed when my parents told us we didn't spend enough time together it was extraordinarily hot that summer i remember, it was like breathing into an oven, We drank a lot of rootbeer, sat on the porch with sandwiches, and you brought me blueberries and tried to make me laugh, And you usually suceeded- I hadn't yet succumbed to tearing my hair off and sitting in the white room like later and I swear I've aged so much in these two years but I got carried away and I told her I don't love you at all but rising those chlorophyll mornings I've never forgotten that, I know not why- maybe it was the light. maybe it was the heat, maybe it was my youth.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
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