Insomnia
By BridieMc
The ghosts hand grips your eyes like a ball in the park and your heart silent beats like slow trains on tracks thoughts race street to street like games in a car fits into the puzzle of inertia grown weak Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 05:21 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"The ghosts hand grips your eyes..."