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Irredeemable

This summer is quite irredeemable.    
It's bad. The rain just comes and goes like sobs.    
She walks down forest paths and can recall    
The strolls they had together through peat bogs    
To rarely sunlit heather on the hills;    
She cannot feel the breeze or see the skies.    
Or sense when the sun's out, as each eye fills   
With tears so she can't view the butterflies;    
For he won't come again and will not press    
Her down with force that seemed to fit so well;    
And less of him is never more; duress    
Is something she would suffer.  She can't tell    
The night from day or dusk from dawn. Tears fall.    
Yes, summer is quite irredeemable  
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 27th Sep 2017
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