The water in Pine Hill Lake moves slow
Like my days spent at home
When my friends were still at school
I sit on a bench and watch geese in love
And skinny jean couples with flat iron hair
Both clinging to each other
Like today was the last
And I catch myself a cynic
Scribbling the same sad words
On the same sad pages
Each one as dark as the clouds
That surround the sun
And swallow the last rays of light
The pages get wet
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