Strangest of feelings
A bygone thought
Like waiting forever for summer
Until you realize that your clothes are much too warm for the heat
I know you yearn for the water
But your skin will freeze over after you took one look at the sea
Dreams always seem brighter from a distance
Pretending is easier than knowing your fate
And yet you have an excuse
No one truly wants to polish mirrors
Blackness is composed of many colors
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