EIGHTY-TWO
asleep in these thoughtsI am waiting for the day
where your lips can find a forever
home along my neck.
Where they can fall asleep for as
long as they'd like.
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...