peer-editing this paper might hurt

i am trying to write about
summer and
i wonder
if i am even here
in the library at
all
because
somehow i still
see
those
sacred smiles and
ran faster
today
in frustration
because i
would just like to
talk to the
sun
[he absorbs and
reflects
leaps in its
sparkles a
perfect
blond
line
against the
sea a
photo developed but
not
disposable just
bright and
grainy, sand at
the bottom of my
backpack]

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