Last night I dreamnt
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath
Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Last night I dreamnt
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath
Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-
Not an actual dream but I felt like that when I woke up (shrugs)
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