"draining from the town
like an old ceramic tub about to break.
so long, homeward bound -
and i'm trying to ignore,
but i've felt this way before,
and i can't help but embrace the summer's ache.
farewell, temporary being.
goodbye, place i almost knew.
so long everyone i've grown so used to seeing,
we'll return when months have passed with something new.
leaking from your pores
is the sweat of moving all the life you own.
craving what's in store
to help you justify the faces
held in all the empty spaces,
just projections of a time you may have known.
farewell, temporary being.
goodbye, place i almost knew.
so long everyone i've grown so used to seeing,
we'll return when months have passed with something new."
enjoy my sentimental university garbage?
holy jesus.
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