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You're a quiet shutterbug who sits in a empty field of laughter. I watch you when the rain dances on the ground and your hands are held up high in the air. At 2 am I listen to all of your secrets. You whisper them in my ears, and once in a while, I feel a soft tickle. We giggle side by side while our hands are locked together. In the distance, among the swaying leaves, I can manage to spot your smile. You will be ideal until you slowly evaporate.
oh pretty summer, when will you really arrive?