sleep
drops
on
your
body
gravitating
toward
the
embellishment
of
dreams
and
then
running
off
into
a
reality
chiming
the
bone
to
make
sound
in
soundlessness
to
knit
the
walls
together
threadbare,
loose
free
as
a
body
is
like
flotsam
sprinting
back
to
sea
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
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