Sunday




can't take the 
heat 
in between
  MAY 
and JULY

like ears melting
like sunsets 
    driving into 
oblivion

when the rain 
can't touch our skin
because the months
let the BUGS in 

and now 
we can't fly

wings that stick together
like the morning dew

right before the birds wake 


when the world ends

the sky will fall and we
can finally hold the 
stars

        together 

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