Anna Hadley
You are the smell of bonfires and the smoke that lingers in my sweater.
I see you in the breath curling from my lips in the cold mornings.
You are every raindrop streaking down my window and the rolling of thunder in the distance.
You are the feeling of denim on skin and
You are the sweet coffee on my tongue and
You are running through every one of my veins.
You have sunk into my pores.
You are as much a part of me as my own beating heart.
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