when a person talks during their sleep, it's a story unedited, a story that will never never be told, because we never knew what we were talking about in the first place, some say sleep is the cousin of death, then my thoughts outta be related to creation, because with every stroke of my ancient pencil I do it again, and again, and again. Poetry Sean Gadson 04/22/08
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Reviewed by aisha cox (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2009
I really could relate to this one. I liked the way you put the words together.
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on April 22, 2008
"sleep, perchance to dream". ..
cousin of death; what a hypnotic and horrifying thing....to think to be so close, breathing so shallow. .. .
very original:: feels like recurring dreams. . .. stopstill images and visions. ..
nicely done.
ness
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cousin of death; what a hypnotic and horrifying thing....to think to be so close, breathing so shallow. .. .
very original:: feels like recurring dreams. . .. stopstill images and visions. ..
nicely done.
ness
Be always safe,
Karen