With the setting of the sun,with the falling of tides, I realize how accustomed I had grown to the feeling; of wind on my skin,of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized , my many names. A blurred face in a hallway of mirrors.an I will never forget those moments in which I lay on your chest and your heartbeat was what calmed me.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
With the setting of the sun,with the falling of tides, I realize how accustomed I had grown to the feeling; of wind on my skin,of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized , my many names. A blurred face in a hallway of mirrors.an I will never forget those moments in which I lay on your chest and your heartbeat was what calmed me.
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