The purple pacifier vanished One week ago. I found it today While rocking the baby: deserted Like a dead man’s sombrero That was blown by a western wind Against a stubby leg Of the gray changing table, blended As gray and purple tend to do, Sticking its tongue out at me This whole time Like I’m the one Who won the duel.
12. Someone once told me that sleep is for the weak and I think he was joking but he had a point. Sleep is for the weak. Sleep is a solace for those who’re not strong enough to deal with life nonstop. Sleep is for those who need a regular escape from being alive.
you linger in my mind; you’re all I can think about
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