dawn always seems to
bring us home and I
speak not of the person;
at least it is not my intent,
so when I sleep, I sleep
deep and well into the truth
of why I am so tired, yet
always before, I drift away
I have my little excursions
into different worlds of
mental foreplay, speaking
all those phrases that are
not allowed during the day.
11May14
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