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Aug 2015
Infatuation is torture, you fleeing summer sun escaping with gaining haste each day away from the other one
My summer sun your reflection is second to none and everyday I crave to be where you are if only from a distance and only as a stranger
I still keep my eyes peeled on you my sweet summer sun.
Infatuation you're cruel, my hearts aching the fall will take you
Ronald Volkman
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Ronald Volkman  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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