Pillow

How many dreams,
how many wild and uncompleted schemes,
how many words
and the infant ghosts of poems I will never write
do I leave on my pillow at the end of the night
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January 26, 2025 at 9:19 PM
So familiar to me, Ink. I leave so many things on the pillow --- and in the morning, I'm glad I left them there. lol.
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