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I WON'T LET HIM GOA train sounds in the distanceAnd I am finally aware Of my own existance. Sitting here, Feeling the cold air on my skin. He lies next to me, And I hear his breath, As it lands softly on my cheek. Soft light lingers in the corner. Multi-colored lines explode on my walls. I smell him, A scent that brings me warmth, Knowing I am not alone. Memories of the near past Race through my mind. The way our tongues played, Our souls danced. The way he held me tight. He lays next to me now, Closing his eyes, Unaware of me watching, His breathing steady. And I'm happy he's here, And I won't let him go. © Suga Photograph © Suga and innocence-lost.com. |
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