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RE: Poppies Blown, Solar Winds- Poems from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!

in #poem6 years ago
Rocketing through the sky. Head comforted between silken thigh. Those pillows could soothe anything. grinned one to another, through polarized plastics.
The favorite verse I relate to. I guess it's because of my love for pillows. I practically sleep surrounded by cosy pillows.