there are hands that trace the curve of my spine at night. Please tell me it's all a dream by S

Jan 2021

there are hands that trace the curve of my spine at night. Please tell me it's all a dream

these memories mean nothing, I don't need them anymore
i just sit there and romanticise things that aren't even real

the past isn't real
it was pure imagination

i'll keep telling myself that

Written by

S Forest

(Forest)

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