H18.P18


I feel your breath in my air

In my empty bed, my empty room

Your scent reachs me from beoynd

A mix of hunger, rose and mint

Crawling up my nostrils

Into my memories, pulling out tears

Dreams and nightmares crowd my body

My heart thumping, sense strung on nerves

Waiting for you to appear

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