laughing baboons
Monday, September 27, 2010
blanket
sun still touches my skin,
moon wraps me up,
her breath pierces my skin,
winter leaves me naked,
flowers touch my nostrils,
crows pick my dreams,
dogs sniff my heart..
Oh dear, give me a thicker blanket
and keep me inside your chest.
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