quiet times, with you, some time ago, beside you and the heavy books you follow daily: every morning - at your transparent top worktable; every evening in the bed, where my legs are covered with a quilt, not a thin, rough blanket. i dig a little space for myself, nuzzling beside your little waist sometimes, like a little worm who has found its hole
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it's a beautiful memory...
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