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[mazzie]

sleep knows no bounds here
in the land of the free
and the home of the

oh, bother
rather

slip thee to the sepulcher
of rustling cotton
and down
of quiet clipped
british accents
and puppy dog snores

hold dear
and fast
dear
memories of savannah nights
and pig tailed girls
precocious
thoughtful
and singing

sleep knows no bounds
here
take away the rest
the tired the weary the
hungry masses
bid them
fairy tale dreams and
happily ever after
until the very
last
breath

Comments

[socratic.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

mmmmm?

needs more ems?

[socratic.livejournal.com]

Poetry is delicious.

I don't understand the image of "safe covens."

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

I was thinking covens could be any community, but it's only witches. hmm.
I will ponder.
Am pondering.

*ponder*