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Monday, November 18, 2013

Yesterday’s Sunday


Little spider crawled out of my eye and left it red
A ghost visited me in my bath
He said the death doesn’t provide enlightenment  
And that I better bring my own pillow over there
Thousands of paper airplanes tried to lift me up
But my socks wouldn’t let go
Rootles trying to find home in the sky
Like a sad lullaby singing in the air
Like a coffee stain on I love London t-shirt
Wanting, not wanting, wandering, despairing
And hoping for that little peace in the sunflower closet.


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