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That floating feeling, On the blurring ceiling, The lonesome dealing, Slowly breathing, around three o'clock. The shortening thoughts. So warm, but not hot, Soft licking of paws, A light feeling of awe, Sheathing of skin, Breathing akin, Silence heard, Flashes of her, Visions seen, A wonderful dream right around three o'clock. Aweful noise, surprising shock, Body jerking, a look at the clock. A squint, a gawk, Realization, around four o'clock. A wonderful dream, A wonderful reality, A possible world, around three o'clock, The story refolds, For the mind does mock.
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 4:57 AM UTC
Three o’clock
That floating feeling, On the blurring ceiling, The lonesome dealing, Slowly breathing, around three o'clock. The shortening thoughts. So warm, but not hot, Soft licking of paws, A light feeling of awe, Sheathing of skin, Breathing akin, Silence heard, Flashes of her, Visions seen, A wonderful dream right around three o'clock. Aweful noise, surprising shock, Body jerking, a look at the clock. A squint, a gawk, Realization, around four o'clock. A wonderful dream, A wonderful reality, A possible world, around three o'clock, The story refolds, For the mind does mock.
Something I wrote around 4 o’clock. I sleep sometimes.
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 4:57 AM UTC
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