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Iced Tea


Iced Tea i’m drinking iced tea out of a bottle and i’m thinking, wow what an unspeakable shame that i can’t be drinking iced tea out of a glass. what a shame i’m thinking, that i’m not sitting in a lawn chair inhaling the dry aroma of perfumed air and the caress of an oncoming sunburn on a mild day perhaps a tuesday morning in tuscan, arizona, sunkissed fingers twisted into the auburn and strawberry curls of your ginger hair and my other hand on a glass of iced tea.
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Bonesgibson93
This is really good. Great detail

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