Dream a little dream of me
Half past two
these clouds are reserved
two seat booth
with the fancy table center.
Doilies under daisies
Delicate
That is how love is supposed to feel. Not
that rough shit. More of that
I want to imagine how soft your lips
can sing, murmur dreams on my
ear lobes. I am listening.
I am listening.
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