May 25, 2016
5:22 pm
Tiny
I feel the andemic disease
Speaking with hypnagogic
Oozing through my veins
Created dreams manifest
Delusions of brevity
Crawling across every
Inch of my deserted soul
Descend upon my life
Capture the essence of my heart
While I search the universe
For the cure
I know to be you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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