Bronze me beautiful,
Sip iced tea and
Talk about futures
Ages away, miles apart
Sunlight's harsh as reality
And it beats on bare shoulders
Just as strong
Blinds our eyes to rapid close
We understand.
Put on clothes
Shake grains of sand from our
Hearts
The sun sinks too fast
And there's no way to
Make these friendships last,
Save for their priority
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