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  • Summer rain brings

    sorrowsweet memories.

    I cry for futility

    for impossibility.

    You are not free.

    I wonder if I really knew you

    an ideal wrapped in flesh and bone.

    Indeed tenderness

    should not be gambled.

    I let you into my loneliest places

    on the chance that would be enough.

    The finale left me reeling.

    And so I cry in summer rain.

    I loved you real or not.

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