“A mind is a terrible thing to waste,”
she said, holding in one hand a moon beam,
in the other nothing but smooth white skin.
The empty hand she held out to me encouragingly,
and I, being young and curious,
Took it.
the dreamer meets the dream
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste,”
she said, holding in one hand a moon beam,
in the other nothing but smooth white skin.
The empty hand she held out to me encouragingly,
and I, being young and curious,
Took it.