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Aug 2015
You
Two months until I can depart from this monotonous town,
until I can dance under the western stars with my friends,
until I see you and can feel whole again.
And,
in two months it'll be autumn
cold nights, layered clothes, leaves transforming into warmer colors
to match the feeling my heart gets when you're around.
Luna O'neil
Written by
Luna O'neil  New York City
(New York City)   
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