Summer Love

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Past the midnight hour,

Much closer to three

Sat a young girl

Pressed up against a glaring screen.

It was summer time you see,

The internet was calling her name.

In the web of truthful lies,

She fell in love at thirteen.

It was a foreign boy of course,

Not but sixteen.

She had but a name – John.

It was branded upon her soul.

What he looked like?

She didn’t know.

His personality,

It’s what she was familiar with.

Heartbreak came in the words:

‘Error 404: Page not found’.

Left with only a memory,

She dreamt of the boy she never knew.

 

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