waning pain
sunglasses in my window pane
the only thing keeping me sane
the inane drip drop
of rain
it was so often
and yet so few
the times of the morning dew
to seep under
dream seams
and warm summer reams of film
overwhelm arms and charms of
schoolboy fascination
indication of lust won and love forlorn
we were adorned
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