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Mango-mouthed and hazy-headed
Soft and haunting music floats from the speakers and my languid body lies
heavy ;
the soft blankets feeling steady and sober underneath it
Oh, Thunder Road
Were it you - strong but somehow// delicate; holding me
Lids droop, mind wanders, searching -
finds?
Slip a poorly folded sheet of paper from my back pocket
Pencil scrawls remind me
The noises blended together and my mind felt warm,
blanketed -
not suffocated, yet
I ignore the mistakes, casually scratched out
tucked in close
Warm by the fire, child
I will keep you safe
I admired his effortless ease and soft
allure
His muted confidence
Stunning
Set to repeat, the music does as it's told