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Sit next to my skins
And play the string a bit louder.
I cannot remember myself
Without the tune.
Wear that earthiness
We know so well
And fear not the dampening reeds
Around the pit -
Growing wider and threatening
To put out the fire of summer
And last minute love stories.
I know not the camp of our youth
Anymore.
Anymore, I cannot remember my morning
Or the one before that -
One night when you brushed
My hair aside
And told me it'd be another year
Before we met again.
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