W O R D S
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B O W E R S
These are the days we live
for, these are the stories I play
through my mind in the dead
of winter. This is what I hold
onto until, I pulled back next
summer allowing the process
to consume me again.
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And then, it’s over. In the long
winter months that follow,
you’ll miss biking around
the town at sunset. In the
classroom, you’ll miss jumping
in the vast ocean water. You’ll
miss all the friendships you
formed in a short 3 months,
the long nights on the seawall,
the one too many Nattys and
numerous scorching days.