There are glasses on the nightstand
The pair she reads with
Being now the only thing next to me
They gather and focus the sunlight
coming in through the window
onto the pile of unread books
on May 15, 2004
There are glasses on the nightstand
The pair she reads with
Being now the only thing next to me
They gather and focus the sunlight
coming in through the window
onto the pile of unread books
Tags: poem

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