Love,
You awoke me in Winter's playground,
2006,
Four wind-chapped cheeks brewing with embarrassment,
And twenty fraying fingernail beds.
Reece.
He kissed me under mistletoe
And I cried to my Mummy
When he couldn't find you like you found me.
It wasn't long before you fooled me again.
I thought I caught you, hiding in the pupils of the Devil,
Beneath the honey sheets of Sam's...
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