creamsycle poem dump

through the cloudy dust of consensness i still feel you,

olive fingers brushed upon my rib cage,

hoping to linger on,

hoping to continue to let our flesh melt together,

letting the summer sun peak through my window,

and warm my winter heart,

soon my alarm clock will ring out,

disrupt our souls that rest as one,

until then my dear,

let my lips find a home against yours one last time,

let our futures intertwine,

and let me sleep with you,

until the morning sun melts you away from me

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