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Bland's Bluebird

Last night I dreamed of you all night

And didn't want to wake

 

The dream was uncovering

memories of you, I'd buried.

A swat to the backs of my legs

to get me to open them.

 

Your carters blanket

up to shield us.

Doing things you didn't want

the God to see.

 

What was I dreaming then?

I wasn't.

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atalanta-undigested
Published
Jun 19, 2013
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Tags: little bluebird, bobby bland, carters, perfect firsts

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