I'm forever remembering; your tan skin seemingly glowing in the iridescent sun, as the the rays hit our skin my imperfect teeth smile throughout the heated day .
How bad I want this to be again,
But it's winter
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Written in the stars| poetry
Poesía'Somedays I make horrible things sound pretty.' A collection of poems
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I'm forever remembering; your tan skin seemingly glowing in the iridescent sun, as the the rays hit our skin my imperfect teeth smile throughout the heated day .
How bad I want this to be again,
But it's winter