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October 2009 
cant sleep
Posted on Feb 23rd, 2008
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davie
davie
cant sleep.
and wondering how
many poems must
begin with the words,
"cant sleep."
and ...
even if i could reach into
the past and change this now,
i would still be this
me guy.
this me guy who doesn't
know anything real-
and cant sleep.
and wondering how
many poems must
begin with the words,
"cant sleep."
and ...
even if i could reach into
the past and change this now,
i would still be this
me guy.
this me guy who doesn't
know anything real-
and cant sleep.
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what do you mean, you don't “know anything real”? How do you know IF something is real?
Dearest Davie I am sending the sandman your way tonight. Be prepared for a little grit and a peaceful nights deep sleep.
Love, Ayla
Davie,
Suits me tonight. Want to, can't, but going soon - to sleep.
Nothing's real and it all is…
Deborah