Free, prisoner.

Summer breath runs through my thick hair and splashes my soul with a cool mint breeze, and its virgin scent has caressed my face with a touch of peachy vibes.

I’m lost in the clear eye of the giant that is rocking himself to sleep under the sun, and eats before the beaches.

I’m lost in the thought of being free in the eye of a prisoner of love.

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