Screaming through ghostly whispers. Crying out. Breaking through impatiently. Puzzled and alone. Attempts to hold together are letting go. I have let go. Figures scatter the pavement, eyes half closed. Breathing turns to shaking. Wake me up.
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Can you wake me up? Wake me up before it's over.
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Now clouds scatter with a purpose, black and low. Wounded rain consistently, puzzled and alone. And I can't seem to bare hoping for...
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Ghosts in the wind.
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A white light, deeper than bullet wounds, pulling me close. Help, I can't enter. Please let me return.
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Detonation: Paradise
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| The Sleeping |
