I want to fall asleep with the sun in my arms.
This imaginary love can become real,
Something will finally be able to keep me warm.
Mid-May and my feet are like ice,
My hands are shaking and something is wrong.
How has time passed this quickly without anyone noticing?
School's are getting out for the summer already,
But you never came, so you never left.
4/100, 13 May 2010
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