The time and space between us is the most tangible thing at dawn
The sound of your voice in my ear or your touch on my skin
just whisperings from the night before
My only regret is not being able to say what I mean when I meant it
when you're close and open; and I'm not
but I want to be
The sound of your voice in my ear or your touch on my skin
just whisperings from the night before
My only regret is not being able to say what I mean when I meant it
when you're close and open; and I'm not
but I want to be
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