Cold icecream melts in my mouth. We are here again. In our spot under a group of trees. A peace of heaven among stressful strangers. A place where we can be ourselves without interruption. Inching forward to stare deeper in those eyes. Icecream melting in my mouth. A slab of vanilla between two pieces of chocolate. Will our hearts melt by the time these are done? Or will we disappear like evaporated milk?
©pancake
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