a new sonnet
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The Breakfast in Bed
"I hope you always find someone to take you home
To put you into bed, kiss your cheek, and check your pulse
Make sure you're still breathing, with their hand up to your nose
I wish that could be me, but it's just not possible."
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