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I’m …
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February 2019 I’m
In, that drunken, happy..... place!
Before that place, called sleep.
Where I’d like to remain.
To just, drift.......
Be, unaccountable.
To taste, a dream.....
Every time, I lick my lips.
Wake me, when,the planets .....cry’s.
Have touched, your soul.
When the seas, are full.
And the ice, is all gone.
And the crushing pain,
within..... my head.
Has been, washed
away.....
Giajl © Jim Love I'm
