Wednesday, June 18, 2014

The air went deeper than my lungs. It filled every pore of my body from my dirt covered fingers to my sacred torn shoes. It was replenishing me with humid pink pillowy air so rich and overwhelming it felt like a dream. 
poem written by me, June 11th

I want to live where it is always summer so I can live the beach bum life but I must bring all of my friends with me because they light up my world.


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