September 2017
White sheets,
yet... light pink and a dash of yellow from the crepuscular rays.I feel the warmth, even though your body has left the bed a long time ago...
I will call them sunset sheets.
Because even though you're not really here anymore, at the beginning of each and every night, you will always return in my mind.© photo taken by Nine Koepfer (found on Unsplash)
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The Sweetest Taboo
PoetryA collection of my very, very short poems © cover photo taken by Camille Brodard