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Moments like this;
precious with no regrets.
Like whispers on my neck.
No tears and held breath.
These endings have no more or less effect.
No better waste of time compares to this.
While morning
sings outside.
We reside here
between sweaty sheets
and disturbed sleep.
So maybe I’ll comply
and be all the more sweeter
to you.
Hello sweet love.
