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Staring at the past

The present down my throat

These tears of joy

These lovely honey locks

It feels better by the day

This purposeful, meaningful

Genocide

Of all the dreams

One by one,

In a long long line

Embraced by slender arms

'You will make me cry'

And these lovely honey locks

'Don't go'

My summer, smelling of the ocean

'Don't leave me'

My summer, smelling of the future

'I don't want to be alone again'

Staring at the past

The present down my throat

Everything has turned to dust