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Aug 2018
Morning breaks
Our hands fit
In the same place
On that one side of the bed
Where cool sheets unwrinkled
Leave a lingering presence
That smells of vanilla
And torment

Your twilight, my dawn
So alike, so far
We cling to our sheets
Awash in old memories
My cheeks toward the sun
Your moon shining on what used to be
What could never be
Written by
lX0st  F/Detroit
         Iskra, MuEmpire, Seanathon, ---, aquis and 12 others
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