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May 2019
"... I don't want you to leave"

Normally, I wake up mid-sleep.
I didn't this time.
I did actually, but just that once,
just the once to get to her.

And we're in the backseat.
and she's most precious.
Just a taste, just a taste.

"... Do not hurt her"

I know, I know; I won't.
She will, once I wake up.
Hold my hand, just a taste.

And in a maze of buildings,
And in a maze of rooms.
All white, pink, & pastel.

She's pink & pastel. Most Precious.

Coiled like cats beneath her blankets inside a freezing room.

with a smile. Most precious.

And she was gone.

"... I don't want you to leave"
Yeah it looks as random as a polar bear race down Manhatten, but it's not.
It's simply made for me to relate to, but I thought it was artistic (I pump my ego like that sometimes) enough for others to enjoy and interpret.

As usual: thanks for reading, and God bless you, my friends.
Written by
Boi  21/M/On a chair
(21/M/On a chair)   
     Dani Just Dani, Fawn, - - -, D and honeyed
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