Dwell In Possibility
a collection of outbursts and rants
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sleepy
Sleepy eyes burn as they try to close,
Try to entice them to open,
They are tranquilized,
As are the drums which generate the heart,
All is numb,
Cold and static.
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