the opaque ocean kisses the burnt orange sun, just as he kisses the imperfect freckles on my blush-stained cheek. The waves crash and billow onto the rocky shore. It's loud, loud enough to where you can't hear the roman candles setting off beneath my chest. He is my horizon, my never ending journey. I watch the reflection of the stars explode into his auburn-glazed irises and hope that time will reverse itself over and over; like a curse I wouldn't take for granted.
if wishful thinking was illegal, I wouldn't mind being a criminal with [you].
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prompt 002
i found this as one of the really short proses, as if it were longer, it wouldn't be as good :/ well i hope you like it 
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