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April 2019 I’m
In, that drunken, happy..... place!
Before that place, called sleep.
Where I’d like to remain.
To just, drift.......
Be, unaccountable.
To taste, a dream.....Every time,
I lick my lips.
Wake me, when,the planets .....cry’s.
Have touched, your soul.
When the seas, are full.
When the ice, is all gone.
And when, the crushing pain,
within..... my head.
Has been, washed
away.....
Giajl © Jim Love
