Summer
Chapped lips
Broken skin
Hot days
Humid nights
No sleep
Early days
Wind wipped hair
In your face
Burnt skin
Red
Hot
And
Peeling
Tell me again
What I love about Summer?
Broken skin
Hot days
Humid nights
No sleep
Early days
Wind wipped hair
In your face
Burnt skin
Red
Hot
And
Peeling
Tell me again
What I love about Summer?
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A poem about how being in summer seems to make people hate it even though they chant about it the rest of the year...