I live for when
I feel the sun on my skin on days like this
freckles darkening, strawberry flesh.
Ice water cooling a warm mouth,
bare feet in the grass
see the bees bumble.
Smell warm coffee and bread in the morning and hear
Kind words of strangers, taste
Handfuls of chocolate scoffed, a sneaky pleasure.
collecting leaves - secret treasure.
Soft blankets on my skin, cool air drifting as I awake in the morning.
I've too much to stay for; I can't sign out.
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