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Jul 2017
Summer is hot and sticky air
Cooled down with water you aren't sure
If you should be swimming in

But you dare yourself to try

sleeping all day
Or not at all
But you never sleep at night

Summer is washing your face in the sink
to convince yourself you aren't tired

In the summer you find my words bleeding through your veins
and burying themselves in your skin

You think back to winter
everytime you see the white of your knuckles
creeping through your skin
as your fists unknowingly clench
to convince yourself you are fine

Summer is washing your hair twice a day
to convince yourself you aren't thinking of me

Summer is a warm night in a big shirt
Summer is the girl you met too late
Or not at all

Summer is realizing maybe you don't have that many friends
It is also realizing that is okay

Summer is ***** shoes
and straight teeth
good news
and clean sheets

Summer is hot and the weather changes at night
It is too immense and too short to let her go
or to waste anymore time washing your face in the sink and washing your hair
twice a day
Because you a r e tired
you are thinking of me

Summer is the girl you met too late
and you aren't sure if you should be swimming in this water

But you dare yourself to try
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