Feb 2019
Sometimes I can’t find the words
but I lay with you and rest
and find I don’t need them
It’s all said
in the slow breath and small touch of knees beneath the blanket.
but I lay with you and rest
and find I don’t need them
It’s all said
in the slow breath and small touch of knees beneath the blanket.
(Cisgender Male/PDX, OR)
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