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milia et ante dormimus
  Six Word Story #16 by absentions

(Source: absentions, via bonum-autumnus)


you ride your bicycle past me on kings avenue
and i tell the ocean the things i used to tell you

i used to lay beside you, drink wine with you,
sleep with my hand on your chest, feel you so soft
nails with white moons like the first day of winter

you could have been…


oh gurl you flatter me