Dreamt

October 17, 2007
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Dreaming of dropped lines
And kissed notes left on
These rippling bed sheets surfacing
Writhing flesh,
Hypnotic remedies of the stone.
The Fates foresaw neither,
But the cold retells our stories
And my heart, she beats rhythmically
With the unseen passion
Of those lonely mid-nights.





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