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it's june

my eyes are heavy
my stamina is gone
days fly off the calendar like a summer wind
books pile up, magizines go unread
we have fun, but it seems to erased as fast as i can write
i need time to reflect
no more living in the now
it's too fast
not enriched
slow down... but the days of rest speed by
i have no more to say.