alone doesn’t feel so cold

My envy of all you own
I want to be a possession
You dust and won’t let go 
Gentlest touch and sweetest sound
Something you’ll run back in for
When the house burns down 

(Alone by Trespassers William)

photo by Isac Goulart

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