Daniel Pilla
Surrealism poem
my head feels like clay
my cheeks are red with freezer burn
i wonder what time the day ends so i can sleep
a little bird told me
that you always bear in mind
fur tickling your cerebellum
your head hurts and your soul says no
but your mind says "Aye"
and we walk through the nights
long after she was asleep
i waited by the window
tears fell from my eyes
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