Our Indian Summer

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Sticky nights and tired laughs

Catching stars and chasing hopes

We are the restless

And the exhausted

We can't see four feet in front of us

But it hardly matters

The world is full with us in it.

We'll watch the daylight fade

And worry about tomorrow

But let's put that aside

And spend these fleeting moments

Being as present as we can.


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