I listen to myself before falling asleep and the waves press dark dreams into my cheeks— months of rain, you away— Only the gulls’ morning calls pull me awake.
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1 Bruce // Feb 9, 2010 at 9:06 am
I always look forward to reading your poems. Thanks for posting them.
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1 Bruce // Feb 9, 2010 at 9:06 am
I always look forward to reading your poems.
Thanks for posting them.
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