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Fawn footprints

cross the street,

stepping stones

in the middle of July

a piercing cold

right through my soul

in the middle of July

Maybe summer is just

a trick of my mind

I melt into a burning sun,

cool water,

slamming doors,

and words I don’t want to hear

And for some reason

I keep breathing

in the face of the fact

that the universe will never

know I’m here

So I take comfort

in the fact

that my lungs burst underwater,

screaming

burning

and silence says so much more

than seven letters ever could…

drowning

in the middle of July

But my shoulders darken,

a victim of the sun

one in a million

The summer breeze fills me up

and just for a moment,

I let it

I embrace the fact

that I’ll never be more than this

and I give in to the

burning sun,

cool water

And finally I lie

in a pool of my own memories…

but it’s just another July