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dreams that have since Faded jeans hang off the bedpost in the morning in the seaside building we retreat to once the sun has Risen dough sits on shelves while all the early risers smile and ask for Coffee warms my fingertips while I greet the running pants and baby carriages begging for just one Cupcake silhouette on the window facing silent streets and the sun hanging above the Water fills the roads when it rains; turning them into lakes of Raindrops fall from the sky and release a fog above the Ocean waves crash all night.......comforting to the ear, shaking to the Bones buried in closets slowly appear over Time causes the muffins and cookies to grow Cold weather rolls onto the island; forcing people to go Home is the real world where real rules are Carried summer love to a place where it doesn’t Belong is a feeling we thought we knew, but now we’re down to Two AM train rides with sleepy shoulders, waking up to fights about Everything is different; we are different; summer faded into songs about the Snow coats the ground and reminds me of the sand I once Knew it couldn’t last forever, but it still hurts when what you love is Gone from the fantasy and thrown into Reality becameThe End.110