freckles

you refused my letter of resignation
dooming me to a life of doting.

i'm going to rest my head right
on your sun-speckled chest
and pretend we're in this together.

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erik99
So much that is not said, but the meaning is clear and desperately sad.
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poeticpiers reborn
surrender to force majeur
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