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Sweetest sleep, so sweet like nectar,
I close my eyes, and we're together.
And with pseudo valour, I protect her,
In distant slumber, I don't neglect her.
Like stained glass, my dream will shatter-
Just easy cuts, upon my mattress,
And when I wake, does it not matter,
that all my desires have somehow scattered?
(Of course not darling, it never mattered)
Sourest surface, of colourless vectors;
she disappears, almost forever,
my spiteful words, did they upset her?
Like me to her, my dreams neglected.
27/08/2008
Danny Keightley
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