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i crawl under

Posted to Action Poetry

your arms
in a dream you stood
on my bedroom door
and waited this
will happen
are you my protecting
angel hovering
above this place
bringin rock music
into my headphones
the drums the drums
bass guitars'
low moaning sounds
make me crawl
from Eagle's cherished
fragile egg
the little feathery
bird ...yours