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i dont want summer to go
Category: Writing and Poetry
The summer ends As the summer comes to an end, I mourn the loss of each passing day. Burying myself beneath the fading light, the cold wind stirs where your warmth once laid. Summer dies slowly in the evening air, and being left with nothing but the ache of your everlasting presence, i can't help but cry again. (inspired by the american football son » Continue Reading