Half asleep automanipulation
by Galaburda Cyril
Being lost between the dreaming
And the consciousness I’d seen
Very her that had been beaming
Being playful, childish, keen
And coquetting as I do it
That’s to make my eyes to her.
Through the sleeping I was gooey
And so sad to call the girl
From the sombre stairs in my bed
With her sunny lightweight curls
But as soon as lust became fed
All in memory was furled.
Night before 02/05/2011.
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