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You were.


You were 6th period laughter.

You were after school snacks.

You were Friday night football games.

You were Saturday night video games.

You were Sunday morning yawns,

You were Fourth of July fire crackers..

You are winter winds.

You are Monday mornings.

You are sour candy.

You are distance. 

You are there, never here.

You are wishful dream.

You are past tence.

You are lost in history.

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