Pillow Talk

Post modern memories

made in the backseat

"Hold me, never let go"

Words on the tip 

Of pink tongues

Everything's left unsaid

What

         you

                are

                      who

                             you

                                    are

                                          Bliss.

In night skies, you're my wishing

star, you're my everything

while we lay intertwined.

The End

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