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Midsummer
I lost my voice.
It didn't feel like my choice. But, it was, of course.
I whimpered into blackness until I was hoarse.
And now all I can sense is remorse.
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Struggling to remember your own heart
As low as a morose game of limbo
Muddling through to make anything feel like I used to
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A room with two cats
Water feels like life
And so do you.
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Hungry, right away
Birds crooning to the twilight
All we have is now.
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Paul's "train in the distance"
and there's a warmth, iike the memory of running barefoot through the green midsummer grass as a child
a sweetness, like first love's gaze
