dawn
i rub the vapors
of your memory
across my skin
as the light day
ripples across
an unmade bed
where the warmth
of that memory
slowly
fades.
dawn
i rub the vapors
of your memory
across my skin
as the light day
ripples across
an unmade bed
where the warmth
of that memory
slowly
fades.
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