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an older poem i wrote while feeling listless and blue. |
| Sinking...sinking...sinking... Oh... so... softly...softly...softly... Drift down...a drowning feather... Let me rest... let me sleep... The reaching tides will rock my cradle... and the earth... oh, my dear blanket... the waves will tuck me in. and my mobile: all the clouds. they all spin... and spin... and spin... |