beside me. listening to the oldies
touching my hair.
when the sun hits your skin
freckles emerge.
like blonding garlic and onions in a pan
you seem to become transparent.
your eyes would sometimes become vacant
but i know where you are.
i am there too.
listening to cbc through closed doors.
fall asleep with my hand around your waist.
wake up to flickering eyes.
touching my hair.
when the sun hits your skin
freckles emerge.
like blonding garlic and onions in a pan
you seem to become transparent.
your eyes would sometimes become vacant
but i know where you are.
i am there too.
listening to cbc through closed doors.
fall asleep with my hand around your waist.
wake up to flickering eyes.
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