My bolster.
Soft and comfortable.
To hug. To hold.
Your smell lingers on it.
A sweet, pleasant scent.
Of love and sacrifices.
The night. A vessel of solitude.
A desolate quietness.
Suffocating me.
Clinging the bolster close.
I feel you beside me.
Embracing me.
Solitary is no more.
The daily rigors of life, all reflected through the eyes of one person, etched in this tiny little place in the great World Wide Web
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- Lambie
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