Your Touch
Your Touch
The warm smell of
sleep and heat
surrounds me with your
quilt, your bed;
my hair spread like down
across your pillow
and drowsy senses,
reaching.
Happy Valentine's Day
Castlerigg disrespected
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What happened to “take only photos, leave only memories”?
This year, some idiot(s) decided that they could light a fire in Castlerigg
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1 comment:
This is good; I can sense the feeling behind it.
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