And I was dead.
Dead asleep.
Trying to fight my demons,
In lands you only meet in dreams.
My pillow smelled of fear,
And my skin smells like you.
This perfume is the only remain
You left as evidence
of the ******
We
Both
Committed.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
And I was dead.
Dead asleep.
Trying to fight my demons,
In lands you only meet in dreams.
My pillow smelled of fear,
And my skin smells like you.
This perfume is the only remain
You left as evidence
of the ******
We
Both
Committed.
#february15 #2013 #poetry #anarebecacastillo
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