Wednesday, July 27, 2016

This summer

This summer
With nowhere to go
And decisions to be made
Tears fell as often as the rain
Trash cans over flowed with tissues
The house was quite
But the walls screamed
Money held hostage as often as people were
People fell in love
And people made their peace
This summer
Was lonely
Was diffcult
Was necessasry
Was out of nowhere

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