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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Bedtime
A ritual,
pajamas
teeth
night cream
book,
Asleep after three pages
and then
Oh then
the dreams,
Floating in a tranquil ocean,
walking with transitioned friends,
making love,
endless joy,
bliss
a dog's tongue on cheek
Awake!
Ellecee
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