August

The yellow-brown focus

The mild but sweet humidity 

The scent of  morning coffee, honey and mortality

Let us share the dysphoria of the sun

So we can accept pleasure

So we can lose ourselves to time

So we can replenish our urges

Let us welcome the night

So we can fulfill youth's expectations

So we can watch our hands make their own way

So we can feel, after everything, we made something pure in the midst of our futility 

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