your lips and your eyes
the warmth of your hug
your memories
everything about you,
about us.
they haunt me
every two in the morning,
the night after spring.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
your lips and your eyes
the warmth of your hug
your memories
everything about you,
about us.
they haunt me
every two in the morning,
the night after spring.
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