August

You leave out the dinner

I do not think I want to eat anything

The summer is over

For whatever summer could be

 

I want to walk in the fountains

Feel my head in the rain

 

There was never a chance

Only coffee and trains

 

My head was a balloon

You were an angel

There were the demons

Stuck in my ribcage

 

I leave with the wine

Fall asleep to the sound

Wake up in a stupor

Go to bed in July 

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