May 2021
They way your spine curves under my fingertips,
the change of tone in your voice when you're joking,
an invisible smile
mirroring in your eyes,
floating,
like fog over water at dawn.
the change of tone in your voice when you're joking,
an invisible smile
mirroring in your eyes,
floating,
like fog over water at dawn.
(25/F/Germany)
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