I've noticed that a lot of the poems I've been posting for you sad people to read lately have been really suckish. I'm quite sorry, really I am. I'm just constantly tired and I seriously haven't written anything good in the longest time...
seagulls and palm trees
sea shells and crabs
sand on my toesies and
sand on my hands
sun on my cheek bones
sun on my back
sunset is coming I
say we head back
Yay! Not completely suckish right?
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