Zzz, A Parabolic Function for Sleep
Wonder through pores, I open at the close. Tickling the toes of the three-faced ghost.Feelings for a thing that wakes in a dream,And begins to choke their friendliest host. Funny how they are, carrots (in) front of nose.Luring, training, killing Jesus in a toast.Occipital strain through a slit in the seam,Owns all in a flash, […]