The last day of March feels like the last two courses before graduation;
The last day of April feels like Seattle ate America;
The last day of May feels like tequila sounds tasty again;

The last day of June feels like tanned skin smells;
The last day of July feels like the last drop of evaporated Antarctica;
The last day of August feels like being tied down and tickled by Lucifer;

The last day of September feels like a kiss goodbye to July;
The last day of October feels like you can see death breathing;
The last day of November feels like you know it is;

The last day of December feels exactly like the first day of January;
The last day of January feels like holidays transforming into nostalgia;
The last day of February feels like the coda of a symphony, with one pencil-scrawled indication above the measure: "da capo!"

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