A Longwinded Excuse For Being Late:
2003-09-17 at 12:56 p.m.
I feel safe when I'm asleep. I am cured in all my dreams. When I'm awake I can't seem to sleep. And recently I cannot breathe. I wither at your touch the poison seeping is my crutch my escape my excuse.
© J. Bernhard
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