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Sep 26
to the days when we would sit around the fire
singing the only camp song we remember

to the days when we blasted music on our roof at two in the morning
dancing as if only the stars were watching us

to the days when we hunted for vintage records in the city
finding the ten-cent french jazz lp

to the days when we ran down the streets
chasing my longboard, cruising down that steep hill

to the days when we took polaroids of each other
waiting for them to develop in the afternoon sun

to the days when we sat by the river's edge
skipping rocks and fishing for crayfish

summer come soon, i miss you
Written by
ranveer joshua  15/M/canada
(15/M/canada)   
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