From my bed
Now that it’s much larger, and facing the window.
It’s empty, no hair to breathe in, no legs to tangle, no blanket to wrestle.
I focus on that glowing orb, proud with solitude.
It gives me something to aspire too.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 6:41 PM UTC
From my bed
Now that it’s much larger, and facing the window.
It’s empty, no hair to breathe in, no legs to tangle, no blanket to wrestle.
I focus on that glowing orb, proud with solitude.
It gives me something to aspire too.
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