May 2015
laying in bed remembering sensations
conversations,
places.
These moments brush my cheek
then smother me like i'm an illness,
but they can't get away.
These memories hide from my glances.
conversations,
places.
These moments brush my cheek
then smother me like i'm an illness,
but they can't get away.
These memories hide from my glances.
(moon)
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