UPPERCASE ON A HOT SUMMER AFTERNOON
THE SWEAT RUNS
THOUGHTS RACE
IN THOUSANDS
THROUGH MY MIND
THE POWER IS GONE
THE INNER SWITCH IS THROWN
AND MEMORIES
FLOOD
AND FLOOD.
THE PLACE, THE OBJECTS
ALL THE SAME.
ONLY THE TIME IS DIFFERENT.
CHANGED.
BUT,
IT HAS TO.
AND I THINK
AND I REMEMBER
AND IT STILL
FEELS
GOOD!
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