When I’m outside, with the sun on my skin,
I can’t help but think of you,
Because the rays caress the delicate angles
Of my face, much like your hand has
Done before.
A subtle warmth, like light radiating
From your smile, lighting the
World, saving me from darkness, and
Lonliness.
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