It is the coldest time of day.
Come the hours of darkness in the comfort of my bed, my mind lights up with new possibilities, new sources of disaster and danger.
It never use to be like this
I would rest within your arms as you lull me to sleep
A voice of a thousand kisses
A touch of velvet
A scent of sweet cinnamon.
That summer was a lucid dream.
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heyya, i might be posting less now because my finals week is literally in 3 days and i need to absorb as much information as i can take.
so for now enjoy and hope y'all are well xoxo
