My beloved Dolly,
I need you more than you need me,
and that is why I gave you a name.
Because I hold you in my sleep,
and I cannot sleep if I have no one to hold.
And you,
you are no more than an object.
An object that will never sleep.
Maybe in that one sense,
I am better than you.
But then again,
you are an object that will never sleep.
So I bring you nothing,
and you bring me everything.
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Cups of Cold Brew
PoetryThis is a poetry collection about everything that is sweet and bitter. Heavily inspired by the glorious season called Autumn.
