Treasure Island

Tiger Lily


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Morning

Sunlight soaks through curtains
Kissing my eyelids
Slowly waking me up
Reaching out
My fingertips caress the air
But you are not there
My body aches
Seeking relief
It follows the curvature
Of soft tangled sheets
And as I lay I think
I could stay here forever
Wrapped in your memory

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