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I imagine your kiss tasting like tropical sangria, on a summery evening.
And I imagine your brown eyes, wandering into the sunset.
And I bet that the wind brushes your hair perfectly to the side of your face.
And I can count on your smile, to take me to another place.
And I heard that your cologne smells like the ocean, after a mad storm.
And I know that your touch is warm.
And I wonder what it's like having you, could it be more beautiful than a seaborne?
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Recalling His Name
PoetryThis is going to be pages full of 3 AM thoughts or pure poetry, because we've all had our thoughts tangled up, and we've all had our hearts shattered in enough pieces to make us write about it. Everything you read in here is written by the publisher.
