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Aug 2010
Intoxicated by a sense of liberation while unconscious static fills my brain
I may be sleep walking in some sort of confusion but I know you are someone to gain
Time is an illusion, just a dancing play of shadow and light
I used to see in color but now everything is just black and white

Eyes like fireflies, the universe pulsing through my veins
This is a real as reality but I'm dreaming and even here it still rains
This world seductive, it would be ******* nice to live on the moon
Where silence could bathe me, healing all possible earth wounds....
Written by
Hannah Benchetrit
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