My brain writhes through dark hours
Sheds dreams like snakeskin
Leaves papered husks of unrealized wishes
Draped across the curtain rod
Rustling in the open-windowed breeze
05 Feb 2015 by KRAG
My brain writhes through dark hours
Sheds dreams like snakeskin
Leaves papered husks of unrealized wishes
Draped across the curtain rod
Rustling in the open-windowed breeze
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This is either Poe or it is post-Seahawks let-down.
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No, just the day job…
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