100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (poem "DEATH")
originally written on 11-29-1998 copyright 1998, 2017
DEATH
She sleeps with her back on the couch cushions. This helps her to to believe that she is being held when she is asleep.
After a while, no one likes to dream alone.
This world's roaring tones and our hopes sprinkled atop lost memories will bring us home...
again-
DEATH
She sleeps with her back on the couch cushions. This helps her to to believe that she is being held when she is asleep.
After a while, no one likes to dream alone.
This world's roaring tones and our hopes sprinkled atop lost memories will bring us home...
again-
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