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Jan 2017
deep sleep
hot spots
grinding teeth
sweat
percolating
from
receding
hairline

trying to
calculate

meditating on

wondering if

all words from
all dictionaries
from all over

the world

were being used
in this very moment
simultaneously.

then i rolled over
to the cold side of
the pillow and
quietly said

"possibly."
Previously published at Eviscerator Heaven / Issue 3 — June 20, 2010
brianprince
Written by
brianprince  California
(California)   
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