Fading DreamThe young middle-of-the-night voice from
the left side of darkness where
everything has just been let out of its
tentacles, suction cups. For a little
fingers tapped out tiny songs quick as
a naked man up a tree.
-finished 8/26/2011 9:48:38 AM PST
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