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Apr 20
sleep deprived,
succumbing to the dreams
you gave, I shifted
once became one thousand, then I fell
into wakefulness

tripping again,
I taste the subtle sands the desert blows
and understand the visions
you impose
without a threat, I know.

But all I want is a soft and dreamless sleep,
oh please,
dear oneiros
names for the sandman
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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