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May 2013
Is it summer yet outside?
the last time i saw
ashes in the breeze
blossoms and swallowing bubbles
for release
i cant stay here forever

i mouthed the words
and hid from them
buried under books
i would have branded myself.

i replaced autumn with your eyes
and the emptiness of summer will replace you


(and) I still miss the starlight.
Literally just found this in my draft poetry folder. Can't see me working on it again, so here it is.
Rhian Jona
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