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chapped lips sticky and sweet the popsicle melts and stains my crisp white dress a seagull steals the french fry out of a little boy’s hands, he begins to cry the busker’s sing songs of love and loss, whiskey and wine the boardwalk creaks and i dream of a cold beer on the beach, the melody of waves reuniting with sand like long lost friends the soothing slap of sandals on pavement freckles and homemade jam midnight adventures to the park skinny-dipping in a strangers pool hopscotch and chalk freshly painted toenails the sun gifting us with golden skin and golden hair adirondack chairs and campfires fishing in lady evelyn and portaging in temagami braving the falls at muskegoe and counting the stars while lying on the bridge catching frogs in the pond while drinking coolers in paddle boats sweaty palms and first kisses, nervous anticipation red skies mark the beginning of endless nights i dip my toes in the fresh water and the ripples skew my reflection the man in the moon is happy and so am i
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:26 AM UTC
summertime
chapped lips sticky and sweet the popsicle melts and stains my crisp white dress a seagull steals the french fry out of a little boy’s hands, he begins to cry the busker’s sing songs of love and loss, whiskey and wine the boardwalk creaks and i dream of a cold beer on the beach, the melody of waves reuniting with sand like long lost friends the soothing slap of sandals on pavement freckles and homemade jam midnight adventures to the park skinny-dipping in a strangers pool hopscotch and chalk freshly painted toenails the sun gifting us with golden skin and golden hair adirondack chairs and campfires fishing in lady evelyn and portaging in temagami braving the falls at muskegoe and counting the stars while lying on the bridge catching frogs in the pond while drinking coolers in paddle boats sweaty palms and first kisses, nervous anticipation red skies mark the beginning of endless nights i dip my toes in the fresh water and the ripples skew my reflection the man in the moon is happy and so am i
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:26 AM UTC
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