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Dead Summer

by

Dusdee Bland

The wind no longer blows
the green trees stop their sway
the grass no longer grows
as all the leaves die away

My breath no longer there
my heart no longer beats
my face is no more fair
no more pitter patter of my feet

The snow begins to fall
like dirt into my grave
this decides it all
this means i can't be saved

More come in the years
but none are quite the same
from all the fallen tears
darkness finally came

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