what I call anchors you might call loveMature

There has only ever been one anchor that kept me here;
the sound your bones make when you’re crawling into bed beside me -
God, it is so soft, it is the softest sound
I have ever heard and I am always hoping to hear it 
just a tiny bit longer, just a fraction louder, just
until I could commit it to memory, but it is so soft and
it always leaves me knowing I’ll be back the next night,
to hear it again.

The End

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