A Poet's Dying Breath
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
One more sleep,
and I'll see him.
One more laying down of heads,
and then he'll be in my sight.
Once more unto dreams,
and then my dream will be reality.
One more night,
and then I'll hug him until my bones creak.
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