alone (Remove filter)
Traces of you
As I sit upon
This empty bed
White cotton frayed
From nights
That punctuate
This thin veneer
Of wakefulness
I look for traces of you.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 11:40 pm
alone (Remove filter)
As I sit upon
This empty bed
White cotton frayed
From nights
That punctuate
This thin veneer
Of wakefulness
I look for traces of you.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 11:40 pm
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