passing thoughts, vignettes.

You are the smell of warmth and safety,
lying next to me in the morning.
You are the image in my head
projected to reality, to hold hands with me.
You are the only person who understands
when I say “I won’t take any shit.”
That there is no reason to be worried,
if your intentions are clear. My dear.

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