I drift in an out
of a dreamland
filled with clouds;
in a haze
The mistful wind shuts my eyes
the clarity is just a lie
the fog clears only when
the windows are washed
I spoke with an accent
I can not place
Picking up a sound
it will pierce
The dreamland that
I drift in
and
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u
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Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
I drift in an out
of a dreamland
filled with clouds;
in a haze
The mistful wind shuts my eyes
the clarity is just a lie
the fog clears only when
the windows are washed
I spoke with an accent
I can not place
Picking up a sound
it will pierce
The dreamland that
I drift in
and
o
u
t
idk sometimes u just do