This couch,
soft and clean,
is snug comfort I mean
No one compares
the warmth I feel
with my head
laying on your chest where I
can hear your heart
beating just for me.
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PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
Day 23: coziness
This couch,
soft and clean,
is snug comfort I mean
No one compares
the warmth I feel
with my head
laying on your chest where I
can hear your heart
beating just for me.
