Thursday Dec 06, 2007

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sometimes sleeping is more exhausting than being awake. one twisted dream after another messing with my head. who are those people i fuck in my dreams will we ever meet? going to bed cold and waking up sweaty. going places i've run from.

Every moment is so raw
as my heart begins to thaw
I don't know what to do
will I always want you?
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redpants:
i've often wondered if our reality is just another dream -- a dream we wake from upon death. if that's the case, i hope this world isn't someone else's nightmare.

hope you're able to find some rest -- love your poems.
m0ngrel:
thank you for the well wishes... i'm feeling a lot better now
kiss

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