limbs of timber
Thursday, 1 March 2012
can i come too?
darkness trickles in from all corners
and then i blink and have to start again.
my heart turns over like an engine sending blood panicking.
dreams sail away from me on paper boats made by little hands.
i blink and have to start again.
are you on a paper boat with my dreams?
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