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{sleep} rae pater As she nears sleep she likes the way details rush past securing only the heart of the matter. She likes the way his ribs curve up into graceful cathedral arches, whereas hers sweep down and around like two k's face to face - the way kids draw curtains at windows. Her fingers fall to patterns of dreams, tracing the day away in fantastic landscapes and broken poems. She likes the way sleep lights the colours of her dreams bright against darkness. |
