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Jul 2020
Summer clings to her skin and
drips from her lips like a lovesong.

Each freckle that dusts her
face is a blessing from the
blazing sun.

Her hair falls down her back
in strawberry colored waves, each
gentle curl enticingly lovely.

She is beautiful as her skin grows
golden after every lick of heatβ€”
blossoming in the Summer sun.

She grows steady and strong
like an oak tree, living every day
like she'll never have it again.
Summer is my favorite time of the year.
Tea Bland
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Tea Bland  Genderqueer/PNW
(Genderqueer/PNW)   
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