Tamazepam How Long Do You Sleep For

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I slept with you on the palm as a carillon.
plays music every time.

I woke
embraced the black cushion of bad thoughts,
unable to drive out the sound in the dream and close your fist.

So he takes me a thought on this train sizzling

frozen and my empty shell of harmonic echoes
that I find it hard to repeat.

At seven-forty-eight,
late for my morning foil,
on my face crumpled
sinking derelict in the cup of the palms
'd see a frightened electric storage,
a rain of atoms.

that this is the soul?

You want a piece?

We could put it in a jar and give it to drink, see
ago.
See if it grows, if leafs.
teach her to sing.

Sit here and start playing.

I'm listening.