I remember staying up late summer nights...
waiting for that single light...
a small invitation to the same reclusive mind...
the one where all the same dreams and hopes live...
again and again do they try to reach the top as original...
night after night waiting out the heat of those summers...
avoid the boiling sweat from another drink...
mornings were always worst than the winters...
were the sleep was easy in rainy days...
but summer has the accusing sun that burns some truths out...
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