sometimes i just have to lie still
and wait for my pulse to go back to normal
and for the heat to stop rising to my cheeks
and for my breaths to return to their proper depth
before i can hope to begin drifting to sleep.
if only the same method
worked on the madness
of my mind.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
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