Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.
Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.
Tags: poetry waves sand mud gulley-jimson jacinths pebbles rubies sleepless-nights
You know you love him when you can't sleep at night and get up early to talk to him the next morning.
Kayla CarsonTags: love night morning teenage-love sleepless-nights
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