In the field | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

upper marsh Sep 12, 2024, 9:15 AM

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Tickling grass
between my toes;
Sweat sticking,
damp clothes to skin;
Lightheaded from
the blazing summer heat.

The wind carries
laughter and memories;
Calling my name,
I turn and see;
Heavy breathing,
and a wide grin.

eternal oxide Sep 13, 2024, 2:10 AM

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Aha

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Ooh it's cute but also vaguely horrifying

upper marsh Sep 13, 2024, 2:11 AM

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WHAT

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WHY

eternal oxide Sep 13, 2024, 2:11 AM

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The ending

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It gives stalker

upper marsh Sep 13, 2024, 2:11 AM

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Ohhh i guess

upper marsh Sep 13, 2024, 2:14 AM

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I have some more in the post own but idk where it went honestly Sus

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