F my LifeThen deleted the deviations 5 minutes later
sometimes I wonder If I'm to critical of myself
The scrap is still posted... for now.
Your BedYour BedYour Bed
I can see us, my dear, on your bed. You lying beside me and me, sleeping so peacefully merely a touch away from you.
I kissed you, in the twilight of reality where fantasy collides with logic and all good souls come to rest.
I love your bed, as I love you, in my flower garden of dreams.
| Christopher |
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Thank you, and goodnight.
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