Monday, September 23, 2013

The story of sleep

Dreams are a hazy shade of truth
Most people try and see the parts that they are missing
I see the parts left behind
The oily fingerprints
The faint smell lingering
Laying still
I can almost taste the lips on mine
Feel hands on skin
And there is a small part of me
If you can feel me there
Next to you
So far away

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