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amidst dusk, she wanders She would call out for me sometimes right when I cant find my way through the haze right when Im counting demons and imagine myself creeping down the cracks in the wall. She would speak of fragility of dreams and I would often wonder if my dreams had always been THE exception. I have violent dreams- one victory of Dream over this GREY world. She is speaking to me now beckoning cold waves. I feel her fingers wrapped around me I feel the bluntness in my chest
amidst dusk, she wanders She would call out for me sometimes right when I cant find my way through the haze right when Im counting demons and imagine myself creeping down the cracks in the wall. She would speak of fragility of dreams and I would often wonder if my dreams had always been THE exception. I have violent dreams- one victory of Dream over this GREY world. She is speaking to me now beckoning cold waves. I feel her fingers wrapped around me I feel the bluntness in my chest
