White clenched teeth, and a happy soul
illustrated on it's own canvas
filled with friends who call
picture me. picture you.
dancing through a hall.

Drinking colored drinks
these senses make me slumber
I am happy you exist.
Building fires, Burning lumber.

 Oh, country means nothing
if i don't got you, my peach
the ocean loses all its glow

when your hand is out of reach

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spent the day writing poetry...

drank apple cider in the sun.