The pillow still smells like you, y’know?
The warm, sweet perfume you wore, now embedded deep into the fabric.
The scent weaving it’s way through,
digging up old memories.
I wish things had gone differently
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
The pillow still smells like you, y’know?
The warm, sweet perfume you wore, now embedded deep into the fabric.
The scent weaving it’s way through,
digging up old memories.
I wish things had gone differently
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