Sunday, August 30, 2009

Rewind, and repeat

Flutter by, little
butterfly.
Turning my knees into marshmallow. Honey Gelee, Warm chocolate, Sweet grain mash of the fermented kind.

Last night,
I dreamt of you and in my dreams, I was asleep -
And you kissed me.
When I woke up, I was unsurprised, in the knowledge that dreams will never come true.

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