Capturing my desultory thoughts before they fleet away with the rays of the Sun
Friday, April 16, 2010
Just so you know...
You Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell. — Carol Ann Duffy
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