Late night whispers of endearment
Tossed past our lips onto each other
Slowly being lost.
Slowly being drawn away.
Slowly slipping through my fingers.
Slowly I’m losing you.
Slowly, I whisper your name one last time.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
Late night whispers of endearment
Tossed past our lips onto each other
Slowly being lost.
Slowly being drawn away.
Slowly slipping through my fingers.
Slowly I’m losing you.
Slowly, I whisper your name one last time.
Slowly.
Slowly.
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