Monday, February 06, 2006

through thick film left on the back of my eyelids and pieces of a fragmented mind
in near-dawn hours you were a mess unspoken of teetering and stained
my only thought was we could travel well together thrown feathers at the wind wined and dusty eyed lapping at the milk of the land dancing or not into dream
then sunlight shattered windows dove into bed tickled my cheek and I woke up

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