Open Poetry #48 |
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ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
While i slept i dreamt, Of a place far away, Yet as i awoke The dream was forgotten. On a bus I've never ridden on, I closed my eyes and and dozed, Imagining cold windows With lingering warm breath. |
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