IRONMAN

Thriving Without ConscienceThe summer sun scatters freckles on her once pale cheeks, and on her nose. In the heat she lives without conscience. And blanketed in humidity she thrives.Thriving Without Conscience
Bathing in daylight and running through sprinklers. On the coast of young-adulthood. In the heat they shall breathe without burden and caressed by sweet sunlight
they flourish. Sweaty palm pressed to sweaty palm.
Backyard cherry trees blossom in shades of gossamer. Each bloom radiant: a bride in white. In June's simplicity he exists without the remnants o
God's Canvas
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