In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..
These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.
They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.
February 25, 2010
Enclosing Comment
"Wouldn't the world be great if we could all have what we deserved? But then, you deserve a slap and I deserve chocolates. And both of us are getting exactly what we deserve."
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