HEY...LOOK MA...I WROTE ME A POEM
Dew damp branches and the day cracks,
grey and moist with ambition.
She starts her climb, rising above it all,
only to fall again, into darkness.
Filter smoke and cologne,
Sunflower oil days, golden and light.
Ties and dress shirts,
Martini nights.
Summer smiles, green knees,
sand grit toes, and sun burn.
It's all foreplay.
grey and moist with ambition.
She starts her climb, rising above it all,
only to fall again, into darkness.
Filter smoke and cologne,
Sunflower oil days, golden and light.
Ties and dress shirts,
Martini nights.
Summer smiles, green knees,
sand grit toes, and sun burn.
It's all foreplay.
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Sorry I haven't been online. Our lovely internet is just been fixed. I spoke with Melanie again yesterday. I have the maps to her house, the Favres (where we're picking up the keys) and some Spanish and Brazilian girls who will be hosting us to dinner later in the week! I'm so excited, I hope you are too :)
Molti Bacioni--D
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