Dec 2016
My happiest memories, seem to be
Light peeking through the splits of the curtains
Simplicity in its beauty
Of the sun kissed morning.
Sleep dazed , in the distance I hear creaking
From the tiny window of the wind
Unexplainable comfort in our shared body heat.
Light peeking through the splits of the curtains
Simplicity in its beauty
Of the sun kissed morning.
Sleep dazed , in the distance I hear creaking
From the tiny window of the wind
Unexplainable comfort in our shared body heat.
I must have been happy writing this
(Atlanta, GA)
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