Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Delirium
Some days
When time slips and starts
Between sniffled, fitful sick sleeps
And dreamlike states,
I can almost feel you here
Solidly, in this life,
As if it were where we belonged.
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