þriðjudagur, október 03, 2006


I was sleeping, I was sleeping. I heard your voice. You said my name, as if you were right by, to wake me. (Not calling, not knocking, not walking up to my bedroom door, just pronouncing, softly, in a sing-song voice, my name.) I awoke, I awoke.

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