A voice in the night
Pillows smell like apple flowersWith a pinch of cinnamon
Marine skies and yellow dots
Waiting for the sandman to come
The monster under the bed knows
Soon the voice will come
And the room will be swallowed
By darkness and shadow
Waiting for morning to come
Sweet sunlight caress the dead body
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2009-04-29 at 17:58
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