𝗱𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

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the cool summer breeze strokes my sunkissed flushed skin as i read my verse. our memories hit me like the waft of strawberries and vanilla muddled together in a treacly margarita.

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