Tuesday, July 21, 2009


This Dream

I offer you my pain

As I continue this dream.

Pages turn and pages reflect.

Were you so beautiful?

My memories may have tricked me.

I sometimes ask you in my sleep,

How I should be.

I continue to run in this dream I have created.

And when the Rain falls around me,

I open my mouth to taste it.

Oh Papa, it is all blood to me.

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