Daylight DaydreamsA Poem by Kirsty WoodwardIt's a sort of trance like water flowing from a bottle into an empty glass spirit so big; but your mind so weak I get you I get you just keep coming in and out in and out of those same old doors trapped in your little shell pretty little shell that's ok ill see your face on the other side don’t try to wrap your brain around mine keep choking on those materials he buys for you keep looking up at those courage clouds
so far out of your reach I think I saw your dreams over there
washed up on that beach. © 2016 Kirsty WoodwardReviews
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