cold bathroom tiles
frosty wooden beams
cuddled beneath a blanket
you're a wonder
rising and falling softly
wondrously sleeping
with your eyebrows knit
snoring but I don't mind
against the wall
pins and needles
my arm is
pins and needles
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the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
About Me
- April
- Searching for my muse between pints of Guinness and down rain drenched alleyways.
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1 comment:
my god. a lot of poems in one day.
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