My Random Surfaces Shall Remain Afloat
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sleep
The conviction in the vision suddenly blurs
The face turns pale
A chill sets in
The feet turns cold
The coldness gradually moving upwards
The body sleeps
No signs of worry
It sleeps calmly....
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