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Summer

I haven't see sky for weeks

haven't felt the sun kiss my skin

or smelled the sweet summer grass

 

I miss my blue skies

and even more - I miss the stars

puncturing the sky so black

like little rips in the seam

 

I used to really live

but now,

I am just a non-person-

scaling the verge of death

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liz-devine
American
Published
Jul 25, 2017
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