I slept the sleep of death
I woke up with a start
I don’t remember falling
Nor dreaming not a part
or memory of the sleep of death
I never really go
So knowing that I slept there
Leaves me foggy even so
MichelleMarie
I slept the sleep of death
I woke up with a start
I don’t remember falling
Nor dreaming not a part
or memory of the sleep of death
I never really go
So knowing that I slept there
Leaves me foggy even so
MichelleMarie
Tell Me About It 
I sleep like that and it takes time to come to.
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and I wasn’t going to post the poem, just was going to send it to you and then I realized, I miss all my friends here when I stay away too long. Love you, JM
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Some days just get lost…love you too.
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This is something different that I wrote about missing you.
http://womenwhothinktoomuch.wordpress.com/2014/07/15/most-often/
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OMG. I started writing a story yesterday morning without thinking about it, just spilling, and it is so similar to this poem. We are still connected my sister in Pink…XO
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So rare and much welcomed.
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