Dear arresting wear, passenger severe. Orchard of the faint. Foreign to the clear.
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Of distance how to focus now? Regaling the sub-conscience.
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Hark there¡¯s a spark in the dark there¡¯s a spark in the sleeping beauty.
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Slumber of the in between. Tunnel vision, gray displace.
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Restless wander slush mislead. Pause ahead in muzzy grace.
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Dear arresting wear, narcoleptic seer. Welcome every dawn with an angry yawn.
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Of distance how to focus now? Regaling the subconscience.
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Pillow biting. Snort, Snore, Snort, Snore.
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Dancing with the obtuse phony, extinguish my face in fatigue and desire.
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Relax...relax. Oh god, I can¡¯t feel my fucking hands. Lagomorph, concentrate.
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Sour the eager miniatures, anticipating the clear.
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The Somnambule
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| PT Grimm & The Dead Puppies |
