Love Snores


Nothing but a magic mess filled with tears and slumber.

I have duct taped shadows to the ceiling…still they peel off.

Soon I am plunged into my own darkness, radiating, mumbling, to the beat of water flowing through the pipes.

There is a familiar sound of the wild throwing a wild midnight party.

Love begins to snore all around me.

With little fanfare, the dusk does not seem so strange.

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