and as his face fades from my mind
I can read these scribbles and find
sinewy arms around me
long legs folded into mine
but the cars
whooshing
by
outside
do not sound the same
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 11:32 PM UTC
and as his face fades from my mind
I can read these scribbles and find
sinewy arms around me
long legs folded into mine
but the cars
whooshing
by
outside
do not sound the same
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