Thursday, January 8, 2009

1. Sleep

We always talk
in my dreams
you and I
always go over
old ground
the how and
the why
it's like
it can only be done
at night
when Time's
not around
but in the dreams
it still matters
I don't know what
that means
it seems
odd it seems strange
because you are so gay
as you talk
to me
too
I hear your voice
inside me
electric alive
and we are fine
we are fine
just two people
passing time
and
chatting with candour
about the things
that led
to our death.

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