Frosted breath cools the steaming mug
Clutched, between your chipped-porcelain fingertips
As we warm our fragile hearts on early morning smiles
And memories of last night's bedroom-eyes
I've not been writing long and nothing I write is ever planned, I write it as it comes to me. I mostly write poetry but occasionally write brief passages of prose, I have even been known to write lyri.. more..
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