One Last SummerA Poem by ErinLeaving childhood in the fall.We are a typical date night movie I wince at our cliché I'm the one leaving. But we haven't ever had the chance to
ripen. A cooler climate. ...but I'll miss these
days. Kissing your fingertips and searching
for a lost earring in the covers. Is this too personal a confession? Crying over a Bible-Belt, Midwest High-School romance before Leaving, Growing Up, © 2010 ErinAuthor's Note
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