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the summertime has fled,
leaving us a bronze mass of cold bodies,
confused and longing for the sun's warmth.
we all loved it, embraced it, and cry as we miss it.
school has swallowed us back into it's spinning center.
the first few months back will be a gnawing pain
that tries to rip us out of reality and into daydreams
composed of the memories made under the sun.
we will yearn to be back on beach towels and sand,
as the sun sits high in the sky.
leaving us a bronze mass of cold bodies,
confused and longing for the sun's warmth.
we all loved it, embraced it, and cry as we miss it.
school has swallowed us back into it's spinning center.
the first few months back will be a gnawing pain
that tries to rip us out of reality and into daydreams
composed of the memories made under the sun.
we will yearn to be back on beach towels and sand,
as the sun sits high in the sky.