Saturday, October 31, 2015

Facebook Thoughts From The Past

31 October 2012 at 01:09

In half sleep, in partial hold of sandman's lure; I wrote a poem, a strong poem, an unusual one. But you know it was a lure, for he took it away, and now I'm awake, I cannot remember this masterpiece. PS: he also sends me ants when I don't sleep. Red ones at that.

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