Jul 2016
july again
i've forgotten
the way a warm hand
feels against
the back of my neck
summer
speaks with
a waning breath
the last hour
goes by
slowly
i've forgotten
the way a warm hand
feels against
the back of my neck
summer
speaks with
a waning breath
the last hour
goes by
slowly
No title just yet because "I really ******* hate the summer" isn't very catchy.
(Utah)
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