tongue across lips, my own
to taste yours, soft, a trace, hint of blue   
but i forget, now.. how it felt
hold my thought

                           smile, sleeping eyes are
                           so beautiful but i'm.. just

rambling words spilled from within tired subconcious  (concious?)

lest we not pretend that
you would love to be with..
                        i am not an ideal, i am.. tired 
                        ideals.. worry me with
                        trivial matters such as.. 
                                                            world peace?   

last trace of sanity dangling by 
invisible thread slips away.. i'll still love you as

              pelicans fall all around

obscure nsr

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