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A poem I wrote in the end of summer last year. Enjoy.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 49 - Published: 08-12-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2837577
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My Summer
My Summer,
Gone.
Nothing to Remember.
Isn't that sad?
No Excitement,
Only Failure.
All my days,
Wasted.
Only thing?
Memories.
They could go soon.
Any moment.
Relaxing is good,
They say.
I suppose so...
But what to do
When relaxation
Is over.
In other words,
Gone.
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