We were young and beautiful.
We tasted each other and feasted
on our banquet. I smell you still
I'm 73 and you're beside me in bed
in dreams that are more alive
than my daily crawling to death.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC
We were young and beautiful.
We tasted each other and feasted
on our banquet. I smell you still
I'm 73 and you're beside me in bed
in dreams that are more alive
than my daily crawling to death.
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