Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, April 2, 2012
I am Jack's Living Truth
Soma, somnolence asleep why so solemn as we dream? sweeping solace, slumber deep elusive hibernation sweet dozing drowsily descending land of nod i duly seek spoon to snuggle, silly me to think that I could fall asleep!
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