Mt. Washington, BC
No Longer Clothed
My sheets have become a scented scrapbook of the men I lie with.
A blanket of their cologne draped over me.
Over my head is a veil of musk and memory.
A reminder of their remnants.
About the Creator
Alea Veda
No BIO
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