WILD THINGS RESIDE HERE
Are the birds chirping in your ear, because they are in mine. And Honey, they're demonic.
15.1.12
My bed feels colder,
although i'm wrapped tighter.
Your scent lingers around me,
as I snuggle deeper into your threads.
You encompass my dreams as though,
I'd wake up to your face.
But you're not here for now.
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