Another ring added to the bags under my eyes, the bark of untouched wood, a canopy of birds singing your name.
How easy it seems to pass judgement. Asked about my wait, I hear unkind words from those who don't know the first thing about you.
Or me.
Have the sweetest dreams your mind can conjure, my love. Carry them into your waking hours as a sword and shield against a world that cares for the flavour of the week.
And call upon your ally sometime.
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