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windswept smiles

long, top down drives

even shirtless tans

sweet strawberry kisses and

glorious watermelon stains

 

laughter lifting through the trees

glimpses of sun blest promises

sugar coated whispers

catching in the breeze

 

fruit bowls, waterholes

and refreshing icy poles

interlacing fingers share

starry nights and lazy days

 

 

 

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◄ on my back staring upwards

where I couldn’t go home ►

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