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Stagnant Summers

The longer I wait the slower
time goes by.
The breeze is blowing
in my hair
And the sun is burning
against my skin.
Waiting takes too long.

As far as I know
you won't show.
So I settle myself into the sand
and slip away...

Places where the sun won't show
is where I go.
In my dreams time
is nonexistent
and you keep your word.

I feel your cool hand
touch my hot skin
and you send chills
down my spine.
A refreshing breeze
on a stagnant afternoon.

My skin is still burning
when I return
and you still have not shown.

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Written July 17th, 2005

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  • L8 Bloomer
    July 18, 2005
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    So much depth to you. I don't know were to begin understanding.
    Amazing, as usual.