These are the boys
who broke the Summer.
Shirtless, unaware
of eyes lingering on them.
These are the boys
who Winter called its own.
Like demons, something
otherworldly they rise above
this scorching skyline.
Mountains do not stand like
them and their proud faces.
I want one, I want to be one.
Until I awake and realize
I am one.
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