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summer please come
2:56 pm / 23.12.03

gold and brown

flashing

the curtain drawn

never felt this real

thank you for

killing me

my shell has broken

Im a beam of light

pure white

and holy

I miss my father.

miss the dirt of paths

and the wheat growing around the labrynth

the smell of faith

all the faithful people.

waking up to dew on the cabins

and in sweatshirts,

they all fill the woods

with their prayers.

miss that.

I cannot wait. summer please come quickly.

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