A Conversation

Your scent lingers, your laugh echoes.

But, that’s the past.

Remember when I laid my head on your chest?

Apparently, no.

I have never been so sleepy for a long time.

Sleep, then.

How if I run out of my chance to wake up?

Good night.

– 27 April 2017, 23:56

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