i. every summer
i watch the neighborhood kids
shed a layer of skin
and turn themselves inside out
again and again
identity is a tricky thing
ii. sweltering july heat
calloused barefoot feet
kid-covered sidewalks and
cherry popsicles and
community pools
the summer of '16 is one for fools
iii. he lies and she cries and
the cycle begins anew
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Poetrya collection of my original poetry- mostly about girls, god, and other things i'm afraid of. read at your own risk. [lowercase intentional]
