I think of you in my daydreams and in my heart.
What is left of the time spent with you are subtle Mondays and sometimes you’re the one who defeats my monsters of the pit of my hells.
You set the room on fire
And when you leave you leave the frost to come over my heart and my head.
You’re my only soldier.
I want you home.
Where I would wait for you to come home everyday
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