This mask has lost it’s purpose,
Torn and dirty, it lies on the ground now
Like a lingering reminder of your past
Along comes a cold breeze,
And with it, the warmth of self-realization
It drains you of any love you had for the summer
And the clouds become your best friend
Soon, the last vestiges of hope arrive at your place
But you had escaped through the back door long long ago
And all you want now is to smell the earth,
The rain-soaked earth
And for a while, forget about summer


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