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
I hear your voice
inside me
electric alive
and we are fine
we are fine
just two people
passing time
chatting with candour
about the things
that led
to our death.

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