Warm-given sheets and your bed,
like honey from a dragon.
Magic? If in the woods I don't feel it but I want it.
I was tired outside Alabama.
Many prefer the cold.
But I'm here with sand.
Somehow summer,
somewhat dry.
If you sail abroad, will the sky miss the sun?
Don't.
I was given wood to build the sky.
That's as if I'm walking upon fire.
martes, 16 de noviembre de 2010
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