Late..
so late at night
when the light dies..
and the wind gets cold
the sleepy puppets come out..
they dance their deadly steps
and draw the darkest dreams..
they jump and swirl
staining the walls with dark colors..
They are just dreams after all.
At night they are just too dark to imagin.
February 8, 2006
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