Our Love

As we feel the sun beating upon our unprotected necks,

the wind happily tangling our hair like flimsy, green vines,

We keep out hands locked together and our bodies knotted into one.

We know that no sort of key could break open the lock we made out of our love.

This poem is about: 
Me

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