Last night I slept
the sleep of a hundred year old princess.
My dreams,
full of castles and the north star.
Oh, and small private smiles.
I like that type of smile.
It may be due to the fact that I've been reading
this book
~Must you go? My life with Harold Pinter~
Oh for a love like theirs,
deep into our years.
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