� Summer Snow � 2015-08-28 � 9:22 p.m. �
You smacked me in the face today... out of the blue.
You're a snow storm in August.
Memories of days long lost.
You would know my face if you ran into me.
Or the taste of my lips or skin.
Strangers now, fully and completely...
How you found me, God only knows.
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