My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Molasses

Sleeping in molasses,
Losing all my teeth.

The stifling fog surrounds me,
It’s hard to move my feet.

If I could wake I’d run so fast,
These dreams I would defeat.
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