Calm ConvalescenceA Poem by Sleep Practice
it's easy when you are touching skin
when you can see the stars and the film is thin rushing in and bleeding out you dream, and you drift with senses dull, and memories diluted you count to ten over and over again you take your time moving through layers and when you stop and where you stop it's warm and you are welcomed with soft lips with smooth hands until you say when until the kiss of the autumn wind
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Added on November 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 Author
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