Time has not done anything for us
Small curves, big curves
Through rough familiar edges
A hand gently rests

Trying to sink to comfortableness
A sigh, a wisp
Eyes tightly closed, yet still sees everything
Your scent is still intoxicating

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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