Bleeding Summer Light

Vibrant flares of bleeding light

Promising safety, lure you by sight

Whispers of the past wash in like a gentle breeze,

Stirring up dusty desire with effortless ease

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Wooden window panes are stained, weathered,

Rotted, and faded

Basking in the scorching summer heat,

Feeling the embrace of promised emptiness, an unavoidable defeat.