Wishes

June 30, 2013

Fall back through,

a sheet of white (that you've gone and blended in).

Two hands and 12 numbers coming clean for the best of us.

From this dialogue I'm refusing to bury you alive.

And by a meditation prize,

I'm at a loss for words now.

Let me get closer (?)

Feed the modulation through a cycle in the morning.

Get born from a blood orange!

Yes, you watched me cry and I,

I sung us a lullaby.

I stayed awake to five.

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