Darling,
come home. I desire the feel of your smile when I first awake. I crave the outlines of your fingers. remember sipping our morning coffee, eyes still in a dream? this moment has become a memory, even when I held so tightly. like our lips in a storm. return to me and prove it was not so fleeting.
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