Soapsuede
Tuesday, 19 October 2021
Nighttime misses
Nighttime and the eyes grow weary
The head begins to tire
My heart hears a flutter
Evolving from somewhere
Behind my spine
through my toes
peaking into a smile
upon my lips
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