May 21, 2009

Dreamcatcher


I woke up this morning and saw You caught in my dreamcatcher, squirming like a fly gasping on a spider's web. I don't know why You were poking your nose in my vespertine musings. I don't know why You decided to rear your ugly head in my sleep when you already seem to intuitively know that I can't look at you anymore.

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