Wednesday, July 2, 2014

dream baby

sand the pig, 
thunder she saw, sand in her upcoming birth
Three birds and a thoughtless brick goat
Jumping around, hoping on a soft meadow
The world was drowning in the storm
It was just a case of colorless sand
with no thunder to birth
Nothing to deliver 
it all flashed
before she opened her eyes.

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