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A Tropical Paradise    (Continued)

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Almost unreal.
You smell coconut everywhere you go
And wonder if you’ll miss it when you leave.
All you hear is the crashing of the waves.
All you can feel is your newly burnt skin.
All that matters is nothing.



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Iamwhoiam16
I love this poem. Beautifully written! It is amazing! :) Please take and rate my poetry,I will appreciate it.
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