A hoarding masquerade prowls the lone wolf,
loud whispers concave a darkish light,
the mesmeric twilight coagulates the water like mind,
subterranic longings call forth the sunny rain,
planetarians wade across a foggy chasm,
super conscious, haze dwellers descend a rising fortress,
glitchy realizations cascade an obscure foundation.
he who speaks with his eyes wide shut.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 14th, 2020 05:57
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Comments1
I never knew so much goes on in sleep talking. It's a wonder we get any sleep at all with all this going on! lol.
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