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Nov 2018
The friendships we made wrapped around our wrists,
Tied with a knot.
The Chinese staircase of string,
Fit perfectly.

But Summer ended,
As so did we.
Our string still smelling fresh,
And of the lake.

The winds started to change
And the seasons brought change.
The bliss of our Summer love cut off,

With the remainder of string, taken from our wrists.
a little camp sadness
Jules
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Jules  17/F/Weston, Florida
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