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we moved like the heat had softened time bare feet on cracked pavement shoulders open to the sky laughing at nothing because nothing felt like enough your hand brushed mine and the world forgot its edges even the trees leaned closer as if they wanted to listen i didn’t know how to hold that kind of light so i let it spill let it stain the hours until all that was left was the scent of sun on your shirt and the ache of something we never named
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
in our summer skin
we moved like the heat had softened time bare feet on cracked pavement shoulders open to the sky laughing at nothing because nothing felt like enough your hand brushed mine and the world forgot its edges even the trees leaned closer as if they wanted to listen i didn’t know how to hold that kind of light so i let it spill let it stain the hours until all that was left was the scent of sun on your shirt and the ache of something we never named
SKIN, LISTEN, LOVE, HATE, OPEN, WORLD, HEAT, SOFT, NAME, HAND, WORLD, SUN, SCENT
mauricio
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
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