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We met that summer, when the tall grass was
Dying and the frog croaks grew bold at night.
Our faces forever smiling, seeing, loving
--From the sky above.
Age is a number, they said. A mindset upon
What male/female desires from within.
Our love pure, time tested like a clock
Nothing and no one will come in between.
I loved with a love so pure, then, you took
That love and twisted it, no longer feeling like that summer.
Pain, anguish, hatred – feelings I thought
I would never have, changed like the years
A surmountable growth will come.
Over and under, along with the days my
True self will appear and from the darkness
Will come the light.
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Anna Thompson
A dream writer, who writes about dreams.
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