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Jun 2020
It comes like an electrical fire,
slow and creeping; slowly building up.

But it reigns down like memories of childhood,
and laughter underneath the sun.

Like the loudest chanting choir,
or a reasonable markup-
everything screams "would
you ever have fun"
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
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