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Sep 2019
Paint the skies blue,
And touch the heavens.
See the truth in hue;
Skin, delicate feathers.

Smooth as a storm,
Tough as marbled form.
Smile wide like Great-whites,
Dimples rind from walnut barks.

Glasses firm, sitting on a bridge,
Above the rims are bowed ridges.
Dark and thick
Fine and slick.
I'm afraid to say that seeing someone's stature and form is better than actually touching them or feeling their skin against yours.
Jared
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Jared  18/M/Nearest Carnival
(18/M/Nearest Carnival)   
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