Sunday, February 5, 2017

1:12 AM - To The Book I Will Never Write

Reliving that night in loops.
Where nothing happens.
And see dancing red robes.
Feeling cold hair on my skin.
Resting head on my hips.
In waking up with resting hand.
On mine.
This night.
In infinite loops.
Where nothing ever happens.

-M


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