walls pulsate with passive anger
Eyes
bold, bright, brown
view poorly disguised intentions
two
in the morning
sleep medicine
taken by dreams
angered movie repeats
harsh words resonate
eyes forced wide
emptiness filled by him
warms the sunken sheets aside
hungered for love
we both
cling to
distant
memories of joy
I'm Sorry.
LLS
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