Seasonal Seccession

Spring days were our first days,
But our story doesn't end in winter.
We've survived the snowstorms when everyone else froze in time.
Our first days of summer were a post-adolescent adolescence.
Late nights under cul de sac streetlights
with loud music still playing in our heads.
Post-adolescence metamorphosis,
our latest summer days.
The transformation of ourselves
to transform the world in a post adolescent adolescence

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