springtime thieves

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I curse the skies and the dirt and the oceans
and weep myself a pathetic June shower—

But nothing will change.

My covetous hands have plucked apart your youth

one petal
                     at a time.

...

now listening: The Olympics Theme Song (why must the Olympics come to an end already...) 

















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