#19: Involuntary Poem
Body burrowed beneath blankets
Sunlight skin-tickles my skin.
Eyes closed
Grass green, water blue.
Sleeping still
Heart pounds, blood races.
What might the next dream be?
And the one after that?
Body burrowed beneath blankets
Sunlight skin-tickles my skin.
Eyes closed
Grass green, water blue.
Sleeping still
Heart pounds, blood races.
What might the next dream be?
And the one after that?
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