Disembodied
drifting about the room
as she did her hair
I could only stare
soundless, formless
the blanket I made
still laid
on her mattress
three stuffed animals
won for her
call it a hat trick
each one a slight
*****
on my
neck
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Disembodied
drifting about the room
as she did her hair
I could only stare
soundless, formless
the blanket I made
still laid
on her mattress
three stuffed animals
won for her
call it a hat trick
each one a slight
*****
on my
neck
Daniel Magner 2013
another dream
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