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Little houses deep asleep In beds with down pillows people are in wooden miniature houses dogs are on couches cats are (not in their dedicated sleeping places no they don't) I sleep in far away places in cold beds no duvet fingers clamped in soil Return to me what was taken for granted, this home all that was stolen, return Return to me flowers with butterflies and bees and honey sunlight poems From little houses fast asleep birds fly spread their wings and lift on wind fill the sky a dark cloud for blind eyes sombre screams to deaf ears So many words misunderstood *** July 27, 2017 Copyright © Darren White
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