We kissed in summer
No wonder I couldn't stop touching you.
Your soft skin felt like peaches under my rough hands.
Your lips tasted like raspberries, I hardly knew why.
You were a mystery, your eyes full of bittersweet memories.
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seasons
Short StoryWe met in spring and kissed in summer In autumn we danced and in winter, in winter we died
6th of July
We kissed in summer
No wonder I couldn't stop touching you.
Your soft skin felt like peaches under my rough hands.
Your lips tasted like raspberries, I hardly knew why.
You were a mystery, your eyes full of bittersweet memories.