On the #interim of our worlds
Where the treeline met the field
I wait for my fey love
Through the gap in the trees,
A doorway between
He takes me in his arms
The #contour of his flesh
It grates against my own
Two never meant to meet
Where the treeline met the field
I wait for my fey love
Through the gap in the trees,
A doorway between
He takes me in his arms
The #contour of his flesh
It grates against my own
Two never meant to meet
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There is always a draw
In this, we are no #outlier.
Why this ache and pull
If we walk different ways
Why are we home together?
#vss #vss365
Decided to do James Cutley's last three prompts together