My skin still tingles where your fingertips traced
My hair is still unkempt from last night's embrace
The wind from the ceiling fan feels like whispers on the rain
Daydreaming of you, no longer sane.
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Ambedo
PoetryA collection of fleeting thoughts, and all of the emotions observed in them.
daydreams
My skin still tingles where your fingertips traced
My hair is still unkempt from last night's embrace
The wind from the ceiling fan feels like whispers on the rain
Daydreaming of you, no longer sane.