infant
embraced in feathers (like
a pillow)
i fall
into the soft and fluffy (wish) maybe
thought
of
you.
it is where i belong.
heaven
(like a cotton ball)
is
a dream (and)
i fall asleep thinking of you,
trying
to determine my fate.
you
came in white...
you
leave a rose...
Monday, June 21, 2010
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