i hear you in the corner
empty whispers, open window;
peppercorn & pinewood
your scent lingers
the drapes, wrapped in gossamer
gently tucked betwixt breaths.
you are here, having been here in memory-
& yet you are here again.
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
i hear you in the corner
empty whispers, open window;
peppercorn & pinewood
your scent lingers
the drapes, wrapped in gossamer
gently tucked betwixt breaths.
you are here, having been here in memory-
& yet you are here again.
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