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The summer we Were Made to Grow Up

July 14, 2014
By BenHorrobin PLATINUM, Courtice, Other
BenHorrobin PLATINUM, Courtice, Other
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The notes rise and fall

We danced by the lighthouse

As if the nights would last forever

The music slows

Notes stretched out like putty

Silent holes consuming sound

An auditory cancer

Until I fall in your arms exhausted

And the last quivering note drops from the sky- like a seagull laden with buckshot.



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