I sleep with my guitar

When the bed are too large
the head,so scary little
and the one you love, so far away

often you do, the naturally
and sleep with something you care for

My beloved lives
where the sky ends
and I sleep with my guitar

Poetry by barbeina
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Written on 2006-05-22 at 20:29

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