The Writings on the Wall
zero-point on a continuous wavelength
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Dream Life
I feel your lips on mine as I lay alone in bed. A feeling I've never felt yet remember intimately. Good night, I miss you. Yet I hold my tongue while you are in retreat. Good night, see you sometime soon. See you tonight.
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