I flip flopped and tossed
Awake and sleeping
Premonitions of a day of weeping
Lucid dreams on the glass I'm peeping
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The moons surrounded my past
Revolving heartaches and the car crash
I saw two flowers grow tall before my eyes
They were hauntingly deceptive
Bluming toward the darkened sky
Like a mirrors reflection
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I saw myself
Standing out of bed
The stars began to fall
The stars in my head
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Through the open window
My nose again bled
I called for my mother
I forgot she was dead
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Standing there, I'm screaming;
bleeding;
Fading
Like the clouds covered the sky
On this particular evening