Friday, May 1, 2009
fears her lack of sleep will invite grotesque, ghostly faces that will exchange her for a sign that signifies nothing because it does not dream.
my eyes like daffodils in the wind waver.
my pillow whispers blindly
so I feign sleep on the margins.
August 1, 2009 at 2:39 PM
I like this one!
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