Poem: Pretty Pictures
she paints flowers at night and said, in her dream I was
wearing a very bright, floral shirt and I looked handsome.
The flowers she paints are very pretty. And she is always in my
dreams, both waking and when we are asleep, our legs still
cuddling, as the heat of the night takes us each to our corners.
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