Morning Light
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1 min readSep 26, 2017
I wake with his love bite still on my neck,
“you resurrect me, I whisper in his ear,
“I crave reentry,”
but he laughs at an irony I dare not fathom.
I wake with his love bite still on my neck,
“you resurrect me, I whisper in his ear,
“I crave reentry,”
but he laughs at an irony I dare not fathom.
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