I'm nowhere.
Words lost on
pages, tears scattered
everywhere as my
thoughts run
rapid,
caressing
the binding
of a
now
finished
story.
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Becoming one with
the clouds &
sliding with style.
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The sound the
alarm clock makes
...
(as in silence)
because there is
no need to set it.
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Sunlight drifts through
vertical rivers of cotton.
Swaddled in down and
polyester, drifting
between harsh reality
and the warm cushion
of unconsiousness.
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