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Words feed themselves
CHANGE OF SEASON
Today, Oh! Today?
What is today?
Yet if I could go back again to yesterday’s summer
Where my skin was tanned for lying on the beach
A cold beer and a fresh salad for lunch
While the burning sand manipulated everything.
I even took some home with me hiding in my shoes.
Oh, to wait for another summer
As Autumn leaves me and Winter starts.
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