1825
5.363
29.xii.24
no questions asked
for the dream diary/sleep to dream
just the feeling of a place that’s not
people you’ve known
and gone or yet
it’s everyone sees just where they are
dream is a trail
in the words never held
give me a seawash so, familiar
where day sticks to lost light
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