"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire. I hold with those who favor fire...She was gone. The girl I had loved was taken by the glowing orange flames that surrounded her. The way the fire danced around...
"Beneath the old oak tree, where the wind ran its tales through the rustling august leaves above, I found myself listening to the broken promises and lies I was told this summer. I stayed, hearing the echoes of the past that would now haunt my future.
Drops of cherry red fell from my cold hands staining the water of the creek below, and with it, flowed the once beating heart I cared so much for."
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Hi Guys! My new book Summer Of'83 is out now! If you end up reading it I hope you enjoy!
