Everything here is written to be spoken aloud.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Sleep Chasing
Chasing the tendrils of slumber
Mind jumping fleas become me
The gloom beckons suspiciously
Nothing in its entrails but anxiety
Snuffles of unjustified dreaming
Lay my arms down from wander
And snuggle me into you forever
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