Sleep.

A Story by Wallux Hound

It's about time.

There is nothing here but a burning cigarette and dirty shadows.

But yes there is an empty area.

Emptier than a cloud.

Take off your bonnet' and hand it to me.

© 2011 Wallux Hound

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Turning.

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Added on June 22, 2011
Last Updated on June 22, 2011

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Wallux Hound

Baltimore, MD

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