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Jul 2014
On my pillow of thoughts,
My head softly drives.
When my lashes suddenly drop
Those lids promptly fly

In the ocean of darkened sphereΒ Β 
My sight gradually feels
When my skin slightly textures
The spine dramatically stoop

On the ice of purple sheets
My feathery blanket steam
When my body comfortably still
Those eyes no longer sleep.
Sillage
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Sillage
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