we were older then
than we are now
but that doesn't matter.
we sat on fences.
splinters in our back pockets
undiscovered
until tinted august
ended.
so triumphantly
she passed.
it doesn't matter
that there is no rain
anymore.
we are more fresh
than ever
before.
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i like this. feels misty and mystical. not sure why.
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