Feb 2020
This bed is far too big.
There is no beauty being adored,
No lips being kissed,
No limbs being caressed,
No festive mingling.
I am left with naught but
Lukewarm bittersweet memory.
There is no beauty being adored,
No lips being kissed,
No limbs being caressed,
No festive mingling.
I am left with naught but
Lukewarm bittersweet memory.
(M)
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