promises

i can see you sleeping now, in the space between my ears, between my eyes, the little grey cells and sweetheart: how it old you things i know, so much that wouldn't be fair to say and
how i hope and soon, i hope your dreaming beautiful snowflake dreams but i wanted selfish as ghosts to hear your voice before the end of the night. and sleep myself. i sleep better after hearing your voice.

2003-11-20 | 6:40 p.m.
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