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Sleep
on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone
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The Grey Mornings
I start at the sound of each car passing on midnight streets outside; hoping it’s you, knowing it isn’t. Dreams fade with your warmth as reality slowly intrudes: it would be enough to fall into your arms and know I’d wake there, too. I am only real when you are near, but you never stay…
