Your scent lingers on the pillowcase I caress; a feast of familiarity and comfort, a sense of security. Fast forward and I’m missing you all over again, a reset button with no agenda of feeling content in mind.
Your scent lingers on the pillowcase I caress; a feast of familiarity and comfort, a sense of security. Fast forward and I’m missing you all over again, a reset button with no agenda of feeling content in mind.
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