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Drinking the Storm
Monday, 3 June 2013
Waking Up Part I
I want to sleep
long, without disturbance,
as I’m wrapped up in an angel.
I can feel the feathers
of those wings pressing down
with a smothering affect
of warmth, and I find
that I don’t want to wake up
anymore.
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