" it feels new "

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sometimes it feels new.

the thoughts permeate your waking hours,

like a dream memory clouding your vision.


it has the texture of summer on its feet

as the suns' bright body wanes,

as the shadows lengthen,

as spring rounds the corner

and meets you in front of the 99 cent store.


sometimes it feels new;

the echo of its meeting trails.

as you hold it tightly to your body

as you go to sleep.

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