Dying Young Midnight, and again I’m chasing sleep: its fresh-linen smell and deep sinking, but when I close my eyes I see my son, closing his eyes. I’m afraid of that dream, the tape looped …
November 29, 2017
Posted November 28, 2017
Dying Young Midnight, and again I’m chasing sleep: its fresh-linen smell and deep sinking, but when I close my eyes I see my son, closing his eyes. I’m afraid of that dream, the tape looped …