in the mess of blankets and duvets and sheets on my bed i search for your hand.
(it is not there).
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YOU ARE READING
the coldness inside
Randomsometimes, when the night is cold, the moon is sad, and the wind sings its hollow tune, i think of you. a book of lonely thoughts.
ten
in the mess of blankets and duvets and sheets on my bed i search for your hand.
(it is not there).