I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die.But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding the white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die.But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding the white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
AO Poetry 
Poignant and well written. 🧡
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Thank you Hobbo!!
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Always welcome.🙂
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This feels so painful…
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I love your work. You make me want to write. We could write a book together. Love is the darkness, about love in the dark places.
” You told me, I was filled with madness,
I loved the whiskey, I loved Port Austin, I loved the Lake Huron.
On a stormy warm Spring night,
we found a quiet spot and I held you tightly near the lake.
I lifted your Spring dress, caressed your bare ass.
I told you, my beautiful gal,
you make me want everything and more.”
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🖤 Steamy! I’m glad I can inspire you! ☺️ Making me blush over here John lol
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