Saturday, April 14, 2012

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Awakened sunlight streaming roses into cheeks pale with sleep.
A heavy head holds down a pillow.
Inhaled by darkness, golden breath frees dust motes to dance--
Dance.

Curl your arm around your head and dream no more of opened eyes and clothing spread upon a chair where mingled shadows urge duality--sleep/wake.  Sleep Wake.

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