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the last day of summer
the last day of summer.
i love and embrace the way she touches me, my skin.
whenever she brightens up, she lightens me up.
salt water, sandy feet, ruffled hair,
glossy shades, golden lagers, greasy fingers.
everything with her always seems too good,
and at times, untrue.
she has her ways of telling you to fuck tomorrow.
because today counts, and only today should,
even if she is leaving you tonight.
the last day will always catch you off guard.
still, after a thirtieth time.
