your branches littered across my bed
melting into the linen
your wet hair dripping
like raindrops in the dead of night
my cold sweat
swept away by the draft
of an incoming spring
so touch me not
with your petalled fingertips
I haven’t blossomed yet
your branches littered across my bed
melting into the linen
your wet hair dripping
like raindrops in the dead of night
my cold sweat
swept away by the draft
of an incoming spring
so touch me not
with your petalled fingertips
I haven’t blossomed yet
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