her love
was the shadow
of a squirrel
flitting amongst
the branches
of the imaginary forest
in my chest
neither of us
understood that
but we laughed
when i said it
then proceeded
to make love
in front of the fire
her love
was the shadow
of a squirrel
flitting amongst
the branches
of the imaginary forest
in my chest
neither of us
understood that
but we laughed
when i said it
then proceeded
to make love
in front of the fire
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This is quite cute writing, not sure is this what your intention in writing this piece.
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just a scene that played in my head before bed. it felt sweet as i felt the longing of making it cone true.
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