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remember
remember the afternoons
we spent
smooching on the beach
as
the moon croons passionately
beaming for us
the lovely love of lovers
remember the pink wine
matching you
pink bikini and shawl
evening divine
cuddles together in sand
bathing in the tide
and glimmering
wet in pure starlight
remember
none of this actually happens
what woe is fictional poetry
I applaud this beautiful
I applaud this beautiful poem, especially the surprise ending.
Starward
Consider it both tragedy and
Consider it both tragedy and comedy. Thanks!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes