Haunting Hush
Life, Interupted... Framing time, Telling stories
Friday, 6 January 2012
Touch my face, wipe my cheek.
Talk to her, go to sleep.
Dream of nothing, wake up tired.
Talk to no one, not today.
I feel like drifting now.
I’m going to drift into your eye.
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