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soft reminders

Writer: roundziesroundzies

Worn bed linens, a breeze, tattered cloth flapping gently like lapping water

at the edge of a river.

Time erodes layers,

fades colors, tatters fabric

leaving remnants behind,

like a bed and our love.


At a certain angle, depending on where I am, and with whom, the night follows me


when I close my eyes,

rolling over my skin, into the quietest crevices where you have recently been.


I lie as still as I can,

feeling your mouth on mine, the weight of you,

long after you're gone.


 
 

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