A haze, a cloud of smoke, usual sounds and smells. Piles of laughter and familiar songs. A silent walk in the wee hours of the morning. A smile at a distant thought. The friendly & shy.
The proximity of comfort, at arm's length.
Maybe just a trick of mind.
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The proximity of comfort, at arm's length.
Maybe just a trick of mind.
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