We’d  step into a hazy dawn, birds singing in the distance

We’d wave them goodbye, farewell, tiny miracles

We’d coat ourselves in salty summer breeze

Swim naked at dawn and fall asleep in tangled limbs

Oh how I miss youth and how much I resent myself for missing it

Because there’s no other feeling that’s more pointless

Such a futile little thing – useless longing for something

That is forever lost

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