Thursday, July 11, 2013

In my dreams.


My imaginary friend
who I used to pretend
held the other end
to the conversations in my mind,
hasn't lately been around
because now, all of them,
these conversations in my head
have me, it would seem,
sprawled at the edge of your bed.

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