Humming,
Thoughts are Distracting me. It feels so pleasant To be ceiling zero, Is to be in a sweet place Under the blanket Made of humming. He moans Into the brain of me, Into the thoughts of mine, And with him there I forget about the silence That comes with all of the noise.
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AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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