World Series of Ghosts - Introduction to the Hypothetical Summer pt. 2

It's that hypothetical summer,
That we lived or did not live.
That astronomical bummer,
When the foundation started to give.
Summer only on paper-
And the humid, sleepless nights.
The last summer that we savored,
Maybe the last summer of our lives.
If only we held on.
If only we never let go.
If we kidnapped the sun.
If we fist fought the snow.
Sorry Australia,
Your plants will never grow.
We're keeping the summer,
This time we won't let her go.
This time we won't let her go.

Written by:
William Swartwood IV

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