As we laid flat on my soft bed,
holding each other in our arms,
your warm hands caressed my cheeks
I recall the feeling vividly,
As I closed my eyes,
I felt the tears stream down my face
and darken my blue pillow
A disguise I kept in faux
a lie I was afraid to know
The feeling of vulnerability,
a bittersweet place
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Matthew Johnson
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