DeliriousA Poem by Ben Taylor
I heard your voice,
low and confident over-top quiet chords. I could have sworn this was a fever dream; it paralleled too perfectly my brain's unconscious ramblings, where you always seem to be a main character. Like a favorite sweater, not worn since last winter, these feelings felt comfortable, incredibly easy to slip back into. I hadn't even noticed I was shivering, until suddenly I wasn't.
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1 Review Added on August 21, 2019 Last Updated on August 21, 2019 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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