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the absence of color

by plutospoems

you wake up his hair is spilled across the pillow, the sun slants across his cheekbone and his breath is slow and even. he smells like an open field and his body is wrapped around yours so he keeps you warm. you think, there is no moment better than this, that he is too perfect to exist. but you wake up gasping, skin soaked in sweat. you lie there for a long time, in your completely empty bed.
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