move over here.
slide your body,
warm and soft
next to mine. let
yesterday go.
leave tomorrow
alone, savor
this moment, and
come over here
and let me
whisper into
your cold, left
ear. there are
things still left
to say, love still
left to be made.
there are more
hours on the clock,
more days on
our calendar.
slide your body
over here and let
me whisper into
your cold, left ear.
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