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Sep 2013
Days creep by as fast as the last leaf falls
My summer of solace is over
With no sun to guide me to rest
I feel life is a study for one big test
My summer of solace is over
The late nights have blessed me with bags beneath my eyes
Struggling to socialize with a playful guise
A backpack with what feels like lumber
Lures me into a familiar educational slumber
The late nights have blessed me with bags beneath my eyes
Once again life returns with an early rise
It’s safe to say I have long since realized night is where my heart does lie
The sleep button on my alarm is my best friend and with it I pretend that all we are is someone else’s mellifluous dream

Once again life returns with an early rise
The birds whistle in the dark morning skies
As I quickly and quietly await the days’ dismissal
Z Atari
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Z Atari  Seattle
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