it's been two years
two years and the sound of
your voice in my dreams
can shake the sleep from my bones
two years
and my favorite song is still yours
and i'm still
yours.
k.h.
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the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.