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fantasies

7:00 AM

poetry

dragging out of bed
into the living room,
watching snow flakes
slowly whipping,
slowly whirling,
blown here
blown there,
finally coming to rest,
in a white bed,
looking so warm,
looking so cozy,
leading me back to my own bed
to sleep away the day,
warm and cozy inside.

February 23, 2010 Jared Abraham Tagged but actually I went to work, fantasies, lies, snow, winter 2 Comments
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