Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, where summers lasted longer than we do. Where nothing really mattered, except for me to be with ...
I write for me, but I hope you resonate. That resonation means more than you will ever know. Thank you for taking your time with ...
I am a young man adjusting to sunlight. I guess that is all you need to know for now.
Poems from English class, enjoy
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