December Dreams

I was told, I was warned so many times. They sing it to me all the time, they show me in dreams. "Summertime, child, the living is easy." I need to listen more attentively, I remember, that night I was so scared, but I was so alive. Those were the nights they brought me as close as possible. I was there. I still could be, I just haven't closed my eyes. Sometimes to see, we need to be blinded, we need to forget how to breathe. I desire, all right.
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