12 March 2023

When I open an orange I think of you

Tenderly peeling back layers

Of cloth from molten skin

In hills that exist between time

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I felt that you could read my mind

For a time - I wished it

Hoped we could survive the snow

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Tears spring out of memories

Of distant rolltop baths

Simplicity in smiles

And sleeping by the fire

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All I know

Is I miss your soft face on mine

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