Reality rose like the sun, and still i slept
through it. "I can always witness it another
morning...." The thoughts like thse are
cemented in procarastination. Now this part of
"she" is liquid form somwher on the
floor, as a self defiant need for a cure.
Diagnosed to emerge and roam away from roads thick
as foam. you wish to burn the candles that queitly
service the arm. another day with the shades
pulled down until the swallow returns her to
sleep. A father knocks on the silent door while
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shame, louder than we expect from shuch silent
candles no so secret anymore. Now the eyes of my
eyes have opened. Now the eyes of my eyes cling
dear. Never let the swallow return you back to
sleep. The smell of wounds have left you
bug-bitten here, and again i know reality shall
rise tommorow. This time i hope to be awake, for i
cannot postpone another morning. Never let the
swallow return you to sleep.