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Emily Jo Jan 2019
The smell of bed hair
a gentle reminder
of cloudy mornings spent

An unshaven face
coarse to touch
but melts my heart
all the same

A deep exhale
of how long it’ll last
not long soon after
this playful love dance
ends too fast.

prologue:
A dance of ignorance
a game of who loved less
with silence our paths
stay unchanging
with my heart unattended
is it you that is missing?

— The End —