sleepgirl don't
the world
waits
for
your
hands to
find it
kindly nestled unfisted gracefully held
A round word of unspeaking lips
berried in love of colours inumerable
cupped in the stomach of the ocean complains
against the night
A LIGHT
which in your carefullest heart eternally
quakes for letting
so uncarefully more divide thy palms
admitting a fragile infinity of kissing)andsleepinggirldon't
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
sleepgirl don't
the world
waits
for
your
hands to
find it
kindly nestled unfisted gracefully held
A round word of unspeaking lips
berried in love of colours inumerable
cupped in the stomach of the ocean complains
against the night
A LIGHT
which in your carefullest heart eternally
quakes for letting
so uncarefully more divide thy palms
admitting a fragile infinity of kissing)andsleepinggirldon't
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