Love is a freckled thing,
touched by sunlight
now and then.
Though pale at times
in places covered,
it shines a permanent reminder
of that which once graced our glad skin
and left a speckled wonderland.
touched by sunlight
now and then.
Though pale at times
in places covered,
it shines a permanent reminder
of that which once graced our glad skin
and left a speckled wonderland.
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