Unattended

 
Upon these cotton blankets
My head falls
Tired and wasted
I smell you like you never left
A hundred sentences
Composed with one breath
The flicker of a memory
A single droplet
Composed from one symphony
A sadness washes over me
Alone now
Hushing echoes of my soliloquy
 
 
 
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