There is that sourness in the form of a word
Displacement of all efforts
When you look into the blanket folds
And readjust to privacy
Who am I when I'm not tucked
into your shoulder blades?
What is mischief if you're not laughing?
And tenderness too-
For that I always looked to you
And i still do
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
There is that sourness in the form of a word
Displacement of all efforts
When you look into the blanket folds
And readjust to privacy
Who am I when I'm not tucked
into your shoulder blades?
What is mischief if you're not laughing?
And tenderness too-
For that I always looked to you
And i still do
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