Days like this, my bed becomes the clingy lover whom acts as if my absence is an extension of her death…
And I pine as if her fear is my reality...
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Hause of Bl(e)us
PoetryA collective of poems...from a soul....searching for her place in the world....
Reign (Rain)
Days like this, my bed becomes the clingy lover whom acts as if my absence is an extension of her death…
And I pine as if her fear is my reality...
