The crowd screams,
we eat ice cream
as we rush
in the hush
of the night.
-----
I walk the field, realizing
how close I am to my
heart. Steve tells me
to never lose that.
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the trees' twigs
scattered on the
ground, the two
trees' branches
battling for
more room on
the meadow.
-----
A cinnamony
marvelous bowl
of crunchy sweet
wonder, and
once the crunch
was gone I was
serenaded with
the milk that
was filled with
joy and happiness.
-----
Two sweaty grilled
cheese stand face
to face, lips locked
under the beating heat
lamp.
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Laying under the sun,
We hold each other close,
Knowing full well
that this is the last time
we will.
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