Late At Night

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still, late at night

she could hear his voice

feel his touch

 

the scent of jasmine

lingering musk

that once covered them both

 

alone in a cold, cold room

they once shared

she sat waiting

 

as she had waited

so many nights before

for him to take her home

 

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About beloveddreamer486

I am a poet and and an artist.
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