She has eighteen summers in

Mon, 12/01/2014 - 20:43 -- ylm9794

She has eighteen summers in her bones, and he makes every single one of them quiver.

He holds her hand in the car and says good morning each day.
And those are the little things that keep him hidden within everything she writes.

At night she has dreams of
Her nineteenth summer, and every
Summer after that

And he is in every single one.

XO- Magz.

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