Summer's Almost Here
More by OverTheRainbow
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you have the right to remain silent
as the days turn to fire for retribution
and the nights turn to ice for revenge,
i watch the smoke curl over the mountains
grayish-pink sunsets smelling of apples and your grandfather's attic
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heaven
and here i thought we were all going to die someday;
incorrect;
our corpses (sacks of what used to be our livelihood, exhales of what used to be our lives) will
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Autumnal
the world is colder than before
north winds exhaling dragon breath across the valley and
my doorstep where i wait for the bus (bumblebee against concrete),
rubbing my hands together and
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