I will be using this for poetry and short anecdotes.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Sleeping
When your head is a rock on a pillow, Your eyes resting and closed, Thoughts of the day confusing, Traveling across your world, Fulfilling visions, Young and old. and in the morning returning, Rested, yet Yearning to live another dream.
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