Sometimes,
I want the slow divide of sleep
to swallow me in infinite loops,
before I can realize that is what it is doing.
And slide beneath the waves of dreaming.
Sometimes, I want the slow divide of sleep to swallow me in infinite loops, before I can realize that is what it is doing. And slide beneath the waves of dreaming. |
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B five four.
Plastic comfort.
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Bass Fingers.
Dream.
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Wash away the stressful days,
In beautys gaze but simply play,
As life is meant to be enjoyed,
Not wrought with pain, a darkened void.
- *kiwi-damnation
Dream happy.
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Just like that. Sing for me.
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