Soren exists so sleek,
their body,
their skis,
their smile.
I let my face sting
to show off my own smile
I let my lips chap
to express my own elation
icicles danced on trees
in the setting sun,
and we danced in the snow
carving a trail with a sense of youth
shared between just two beings
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poetic
Poetryim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
