her embrace mine november
the only real remain
slender pale her fingers,
hair her ebon black
her crimson at my throat
here, only sleepwalking
dawns the midnight sun
only slowtalking brings light
whispers,
you cannot begin to know
mine november
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4 responses to “mine november”
Speaking of midnight sun… now at the time of year where it never really gets dark again. It’s 1am and I see orange on the horizon.
A terrible time to be a vampire in Alaska… 🙂
Hope all is going well there. ❤️
I guess it’s a good thing I’m not 🤣
😏