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we were both in search of a h-heart b-beat (h-heart b-beat) in the suffocating safety beneath our comforter that warm, gentle hum before we are born again our heads surfacing when we can no longer breathe did we really breathe, though? what were we battling, even? what is the prize for a war on dreaming? maybe just rest finally i guess, yeah rest
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
fighting sleep
we were both in search of a h-heart b-beat (h-heart b-beat) in the suffocating safety beneath our comforter that warm, gentle hum before we are born again our heads surfacing when we can no longer breathe did we really breathe, though? what were we battling, even? what is the prize for a war on dreaming? maybe just rest finally i guess, yeah rest
i was most fragile when you held me i felt strongest when i rolled over i'm a loner, huh i'm a loner
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
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