beneath the linens

Published on 31 October 2024 at 18:58

 

the sheets within the grip of my fingertips,

now my thoughts drift to something I miss.

you pull my hair and whisper lies,

yet I don't seem to mind.

I was the spark that made you feel alive,

don't you miss the way we used to survive?

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