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slaying dragons

With dreams won and lost
on feather hills
and flannel mountains,
my horizontal hide-away
does not suffer
my absence long.
Curled in arms
or swaddled in medicine,
my toes reach
to touch your feet
and my fingers
wrap so comfortably
around your head.
Closing eyes,
I sleep here,
meditate on pastpresentfuture
and slay my dragons
in a pillow fight.

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