Gelatin dreamsMature

i lay here in my bed
clutching my bear in my arm
imagining
just how warm our beds would be
if we were in them too
oh darling
how warm it would be
if you were with me too
i spend the time reminiscing
your lips so warm,
they taste so much like space
they feel endless
jello and zombies
make for an interesting night
when only before
there were enchantments
and dinner
baby come closer
and kiss me again.

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