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Finally falling
very deep down asleep
and into a dream
she would not allow
in the house
Crawling through
her tear duct
he hopes for a return
to the ordinaries
she's becoming habit-forming
A case of the smirks
in the confusion room
laughing at what
she can't explain
tumbling about intwined
A map for tactical nonsense
he requested something
that revealed more
about herself
*so she sent him a ****
Vertigo season, villainous bliss
both crazy happy but dizzy
not the world
they came for
but one they can live with
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