SLEEP TO DREAM. She’s gone to sleep Again, as she Often does, but This time on a Train.

Maybe she Dreams of distant Isles, bright sunshine Beaches, clothed in A bright green, ass Gripping, skimpy Bikini and Surrounded by To die for men, Or maybe she Dreams of her first Date, the bought for Her flowers, the Big box of chocs, The quick given Kisses and the

Mismanaged fuck Or perhaps she Dreams of the lost Baby and the Last long hold, or Maybe she dreams Of her husband Beating her up As he often Did and leaving Her out in the Midnight’s cold, or Perhaps she dreams All these dreams in Disorderly Sequence like some Nightmare show, all Mixed up, drawn out And slow. She’s gone To sleep in a Train, full of dark Sorrow as she Often is, so Maybe she’ll not Wake up again.

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