Solitude suits me—
no susurrus of exhaled breath
or half-formed words chasing ghosts
from my pillow case,
no warmth weighing
solid against the small of my back
or circling my hips.
I am just fucking fine.
Solitude suits me—
no susurrus of exhaled breath
or half-formed words chasing ghosts
from my pillow case,
no warmth weighing
solid against the small of my back
or circling my hips.
I am just fucking fine.
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