H.J. Shreeve (26/5/1987 / Hobart, Tasmania)
Do Not Leave
Your scent arouses me,
It complicates the air around me,
thoughts of you nourish me,
like a cold dying at the whim of its mother.
I need you.
Do not leave.
Submitted: Sunday, September 09, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012
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