We broke my glasses at gorgeous midnight.
Drunk, naked, giggling,
we tried to glue them together.
You held me close
and said sorry.
Let's find more things to break.
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😁
May that closeness be there without the need to break anything.
Andy
'ain't those the memories, that distil
the pure nectar: of love's promise..'
brilliantly paced! such a great read
Thank you - of all the times I've tried to write about love, it's probably best expressed in this teeny tiny poem
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