the cool summer breeze strokes my sunkissed flushed skin as i read my verse. our memories hit me like the waft of strawberries and vanilla muddled together in a treacly margarita.
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Poetrybiscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1...
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the cool summer breeze strokes my sunkissed flushed skin as i read my verse. our memories hit me like the waft of strawberries and vanilla muddled together in a treacly margarita.
