
those days where words
lose all meaning in
a dizzy haze of dreaming
and fingers trace lines
of morning dew across
your pale skin under
the rise of the sun

those days where words
lose all meaning in
a dizzy haze of dreaming
and fingers trace lines
of morning dew across
your pale skin under
the rise of the sun
Certainly had days like those. Sometimes emotions are impossible to word.
Nothing seems adequate.
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