As we talk apples drop from the trees outside, Worms feast on the fallen glories. As we talk grey clouds fist up in the sky, Birds return to their nests. …
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You have no face, but I know you’re there, You creep around corners and leave warm skin bare, You slip into my covers and hide under my sheets, You stalk …
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As we talk apples drop from the trees outside, Worms feast on the fallen glories. As we talk grey clouds fist up in the sky, Birds return to their nests. …
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You have no face, but I know you’re there, You creep around corners and leave warm skin bare, You slip into my covers and hide under my sheets, You stalk …
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