.oh, I'll be the summer clothes
she wears on the beach lying out on a sheet reading Sylvia Plath
and oh, I never thought it'd be so cold
buried in the sands we see with our hands touching in the dark.
and leave, I think we've gone too far>her feet are still sore and some local punk jus.
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