radiation sundrops
Saturday, October 20, 2012
cherries, what?
The nape of your neck smells like you
And sleep, and kisses, and draping arms
It's warm, and keeps my cold nose safe
I can hide my face and disappear...
It's my favorite place; I go there often
You're sleeping now, but I don't feel alone.
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