when the
sweet red
melon cut
and shiny red
in the june
sun drips
down
your chin,
on your cheek,
and i see
you in that
white dress,
i know that
summer is
officially
on.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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