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Endless Summer


You smelled of 
Patchouli

The Stones were on 
the turntable

Smoke 
was in the air

Boone's Farm Strawberry was
the flavor of your kisses

That summer,
endless

Our youth, more powerful 
than we ever knew

We were bulletproof 
and would live forever

Tomorrow 
was a given

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