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I held drunken delicacy in each step as daylight bled fairies on strings still dim on the walls over people asleep barely dreaming hungover from fleeting bliss left us resting in heaven bundled in blankets, nested in floral duvets covered with stains of wine ---- fell asleep under the christmas tree his boots half in the kitchen I stood in shadows of his frail frame he didn’t stir; still gone from drinking and ***** things his mind was thinking I had slept next to ---- on the sofa he won’t miss me when he wakes only an old bed sheet will greet him adoration for him stained in my place dripping from the curtain’s lace with a tab in my hand I tread lightly till radio hum broke the silence bore good afternoon newcastle, it’s half past four before hitting his head in a twinge ---- moans shut the **** up in a scottish lilt I step out to the apricity; tender snow rests around a milk bottle likely to be forgotten and as I shut the door I catch a glimpse of ---- whisper goodbye to me then blow me a kiss
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
apricity
I held drunken delicacy in each step as daylight bled fairies on strings still dim on the walls over people asleep barely dreaming hungover from fleeting bliss left us resting in heaven bundled in blankets, nested in floral duvets covered with stains of wine ---- fell asleep under the christmas tree his boots half in the kitchen I stood in shadows of his frail frame he didn’t stir; still gone from drinking and ***** things his mind was thinking I had slept next to ---- on the sofa he won’t miss me when he wakes only an old bed sheet will greet him adoration for him stained in my place dripping from the curtain’s lace with a tab in my hand I tread lightly till radio hum broke the silence bore good afternoon newcastle, it’s half past four before hitting his head in a twinge ---- moans shut the **** up in a scottish lilt I step out to the apricity; tender snow rests around a milk bottle likely to be forgotten and as I shut the door I catch a glimpse of ---- whisper goodbye to me then blow me a kiss
eyota
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
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