357 this trace of rain

357

this trace of rain and bedtime and midnight nicotine lingers in endlessly dark strands of you baptizing me with warmth and tenderly held form breathlessly savoring the flavor of your soul laid bare in a valley of starched sheets and the scarred beats of your past melting away with each shy smile

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