the sun was setting low,
too low for her rambled thoughts.
she couldn't concentrate with the way the sun hit his brown hair at such a slow pace,
the way his eyes flickered to her,
the way his tongue tasted in hers.
they were inseparable and she knew it from the moment they met.
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Poems
Poesia𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ inspired by the world and everything in it [ started on - 19 january 2019 ]
