Thursday, January 29, 2009

loosened

(?:H:22:36:00|29.1.09:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter



He said it was the same,
everything was the same in the book;
he didn't need another.
Running in the rain to catch a bus;
gaining shin splints to the partner's
zealous behaviour.
I was high in my dream,
apparently there's grass if
you know the right sections of
your subconscious to look.
Everything was so real I had
to get used to the shock of real
reality when I woke.

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