Slave your slumber, it is ruin in miles.
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Holding her blank like memory.
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I saddle illusion.
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(And I burn delusion.)
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They were always one.
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Flint is a root, the type of wrath in your smoke.
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I burn like one pawn.
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Seeking taste in imagery.
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I only truly gain slumber as you enslave me.
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If we never have light to borrow, then let us cry like the fall.
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When sleep only notes tuition, Stack naked one will.
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Writing a formal love in her, graduate from better humanities.
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Why the night must always sing, yet above every sound is you.
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Above every sound is you.
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More water... Love above morning beauty ...Than a watch.
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She never asks, she swims to me.
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GIVE US SKIN. SEPERATE. ELABORATE. POETRY.
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Blue goddess, I manipulate this full finger.
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Will this open you?
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Sense this timid structure, this hard chain of magnetic white.
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Will this open you?
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Slave your slumber.
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Blending Day With Night
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| Folly |
