Poems
A place for thoughts that I won't ever explain.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Three
Nearing three
Close to sleep
Crawling deep
Music steep
Thoughts weep
Text is cheap
The feelings seep
The heart beats
Let my breaths free
Time passes, I see
That it is now past three
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